How To Be A Dreamer In A Real World

Writing, Making space, & Getting sh*t done

I walked into Barnes and Nobles extremely excited to get my next read. A while ago, a friend and I would walk around the store together, looking at new books and reading covers for entertainment.

I peruse the store alone today , thinking about all of those times.

“I feel more like a writer now than I have in the last 10 years,” I thought as I looked at the vibrant book covers.

I used to be fake excited about seeing my book on these shelves one day. I say fake excited because though I would psych myself into believing my book would be there — I was doing absolutely no work to actually get it there.

“Somewhere over the rainbow thinking,” is what one of my old mentors would call it. It’s easy to dream and imagine and wonder but without putting in the actual work — it’s just dreams and imaginations for the sake of it.

I’ve had such a journey with writing. Giving up on it. Coming back to it. Giving up on it again. Realizing it keeps me sane so I have to do it every day but also wondering if I’ve often put unrealistic expectations on it to be a provider, healer, and soul filler.

I have been a writer my entire life but for the last ten years, I’ve had such a hard time…