Okay, I'm addicted to thinking about a life I've always wanted. For many years, I have thought about being a writer. A screenwriter. A media critic. An author. A poet. A songwriter. A lyricist. A playwright. Maybe I had an idea or three about being a comic strip writer, but that didn't last. At the end of each day, my prayers included something to the Universe about helping me become writer.
Recently, I took a job with less hours than an account executive so I could pursue my divine intentions. While working at the youth center there are a group of tweens who feel it necessary to categorize me in their small view of the world. "Hey she looks like Macy Gray." Initially they chuckled. Then they went into full-blown laughter. They were taunting me. "Yuck, she does look like Macy Gray." I ignored them. Afterwhich I calmly internalized their comments.
What I decided in regards to my hair, yes I've been having fun with my color. Thanks to my perfectionist of a hairstylist, my "light-skinned hair" is now a fun brownish red. I am creative. I am an artist. Like Macy, I try to be the best I can. Macy seems to be kind. I not only like her style of singing, but her humanitarian efforts. She was one of the first entertainers to reach-out to the victims of hurricane Katrina.
I now find I can no longer walk away from the feelings of wanting to be a writer only to walk right into them. There is no need for me to attempt to bypass my destiny. I am a writer. Thanks to the lovely children of the youth center, being a professional writer is my first choice of a career. It will no longer be something, I'll get to someday.
Recently, I took a job with less hours than an account executive so I could pursue my divine intentions. While working at the youth center there are a group of tweens who feel it necessary to categorize me in their small view of the world. "Hey she looks like Macy Gray." Initially they chuckled. Then they went into full-blown laughter. They were taunting me. "Yuck, she does look like Macy Gray." I ignored them. Afterwhich I calmly internalized their comments.
What I decided in regards to my hair, yes I've been having fun with my color. Thanks to my perfectionist of a hairstylist, my "light-skinned hair" is now a fun brownish red. I am creative. I am an artist. Like Macy, I try to be the best I can. Macy seems to be kind. I not only like her style of singing, but her humanitarian efforts. She was one of the first entertainers to reach-out to the victims of hurricane Katrina.
I now find I can no longer walk away from the feelings of wanting to be a writer only to walk right into them. There is no need for me to attempt to bypass my destiny. I am a writer. Thanks to the lovely children of the youth center, being a professional writer is my first choice of a career. It will no longer be something, I'll get to someday.
(c) 2008 Aquarian Dream Ink
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