It’s the job that’s never started that takes the longest to finish. — J.R.R. Tolkien
Hi, guys! This is my first ever blog post, so I kinda don’t know where to start. I guess the beginning is as good a place as any.
Growing up, I could never decide what I wanted to be. One day it would be ‘museum curator’, the next it would be ‘interior designer’, and then ‘singer’. You get the gist. I still couldn’t decide, even when college and university came around, so I ended up doing things that I have no interest in pursuing as a career, whatsoever.
When I had my first child, I finally had some time to really consider what I wanted to do. I thought about my passions, my likes and dislikes, and tried to imagine myself in my dream scenario. And I realised that my one true passion has always been reading. For years I had always thought about writing my own novel, but I never had the courage or mindset to seriously attempt it.
Now, years after battling anxiety, I’ve decided to say screw it! and just begin. I’ve wasted enough time and the longer I wait, the further away the dream seems to get.
I mean, what’s the worst that can happen, really? …Okay, let’s not delve into that…
Here we go!