I've been thinking a lot about stories lately.
Since I was a little girl I have always wondered about the lives around me. Sitting in the back seat of my Mom's car was always an exercise in imagination. I would wondered what was going on in that house with the green door we just drove by. Is that little boy that is sticking his tongue out at me in the next car over secretly an alien and is that simply their method of greeting? Does that man in the 4-wheeler know I can see up his nose?
What about when you are somewhere and a couple asks you to take a photo of them? I wonder, are they in love? Will they stay together? That couple I took a photo of six years ago at Disneyland, are they married with two kids by now? Did she break his heart and decide to backpack through South America and pick up with a guy named Marco?
These are the things I think about. What are we doing? Better yet, what the hell I am doing? How are we all surviving the human condition? We are all just ships passing in the night as they say. I suppose I just spend a lot of time thinking about the other ships and wondering when my little row boat will collide with a buoy.
So all of these live I run across, all of these stories in my head. I've decided to start writing some of them down. One day I want to write a novel. One day I want to be a professor. One day I want to ride in a hot air balloon. One day I want to drive across the country and see that gigantic ball of yarn I've heard so much about.
I've come to realize that after pursuing a life dream and having everything work out, I'm just not done. I've realized that dreaming and pursuing is who I am. I love to feel inspired and to continue to become a better version of myself.
So where will my story go next? Well, we'll see next Sunday.
