writing

I'm so proud of myself. I finally did it! I signed up for a creative writing class. I've wanted to do this for... well, forever. I took one in high school and loved it. I was the queen of English in high school. I lived and breathed English.

Then I went to college. And I took one English course where I got completely overwhelmed and intimidated and dropped that as my potential major. A big mistake on my part. Though I can't say that I completely regretted becoming a French major. Still, I wish I had taken more English and writing classes.

However, it is never too late to correct things. I can still be a writer. I can still take writing classes.

I signed up for an eight-week beginning creative writing class. If nothing else, I hope it gets me writing more. A little kick in the pants. Hopefully it will get me writing better as well.

I will admit that I am nervous. I'm getting butterflies in my tummy just thinking about it. But that's a good thing. It has been far too long since I have pushed myself out of my comfort zone.

And I want to get away from doing massage as my sole source of income. And writing is something I love. And even though I don't really have the money to be doing this, sometimes you have to take that leap of faith and do it anyways. Sort of like how I didn't really have the money to take the myo-fascial massage certification course that I took years ago but taking it was the best massage decision I ever made and has made me a much better therapist and got me the jobs I wanted.

This could be the stepping stone to getting me on the path I want to be on. Or it could just be fun. Or it could just be a learning experience.

Either which way, I'm proud of myself for finally doing it.

Yeah me!