If you and I were sitting down having coffee right now,
-I’d tell you that I picked sleep over posting this last night.
-I’d tell you that my number one goal on my bucket list is to write a book. Does it count as a bucket list if it’s the only real item on the list? Really, my dreams aren’t too extravagant. I’ve always just wanted to live a happy, healthy life with the man of my dreams, and raise a loving family. Doing those things is my reason for being on this planet. Obviously I’d love to travel more, to be a better cook, to live in a gorgeous house, to take my blog to the next level, to develop a killer sense of style, to tone up and slim down, and to reach career success. But I don’t feel like I need to do those things to be happy. My one real goal I feel like I need to push myself towards is to write a book.
-Ever since I was a little girl I’ve wanted to write a book. Not an advice book. Lord knows I don’t have any industry knowledge that would warrant a book. I’ve always wanted to write a fiction book. I want to transport people out of their heads into another world, and touch them with my words. I want to make them think, and question, and dream.
-As much as I want to write a book I often doubt that I’m creative enough, that I’m a good enough writer, and that I have what it takes to write a story interesting enough that people would actually want to read it. I’m scared that I’ll never end up accomplishing my goal.
-If we were chatting over coffee right now I’d tell you that I’ve started drafting up a storyline. It’s still super rough, and nothing may ever come of it, but I’m excited to try.
Questions of the Day: What’s something you would tell me over coffee? Do you have a bucket list?