Well, this has been a long time coming.  

I’m ready to make a commitment.  

*gasp*

I finished ‘The War of Art’ by Steven Pressfield and I am ready to be a professional writer, no longer an amateur.  (If you have big dreams that you're stalling on, I HIGHLY recommend this book!)  

I mean, I consider myself a writer.  I call myself a writer.  But let's be honest, I don't really write.  

I do have some killer Facebook status updates though!!

I want to be a writer, with several books.  Several BEST SELLING BOOKS, actually.  

A professional actually writes.  

They sit down every day, whether they want to or not, and they write.  They pour their heart and soul out onto the paper.  They write senseless dribble if that’s all they have in them that day.  

But they get up and they write.  And then they write some more.  

It has been a dream of mine to write a book, several books, in fact.  And that’s not going to happen unless I sit down and actually start writing.  

The Wayne Dyer quote comes to mind, “Don’t die with your music still inside you.”

What a shame to leave the earth with my books still inside me.  

And...I’m scared to commit.  To say, “I’ll show up every day at this time to write.”  Because I’m also a commitment-phobe.  I don’t even have a phone plan, I have pay-as-you-go phone that was actually disconnected once because I didn’t pay often enough and they thought I was done with the phone number.  

When my ex said he wanted to buy a condo 2 years into our relationship I tried to break up with him.  A year later we actually did break up, and we both acknowledged that we knew at that moment we weren’t going to last.  

Commitments feel like anchors.  They feel like weights holding my feet down to the earth, grounded and steady.  Not flow-y.  Not able to leave at any moment.  Tied to one spot, no movement.  

For a woman who likes stability, commitment scares the shit out of me.

I’m ready.  I leave for Italy in 26 days and my mission this year is to write this fucking book.  

To live a life of passion, adventure, ease and freedom, and to finally write this book.  

Mark my words.  

Here we go...
 

(holy shit)

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