The Nitty Gridity of My Life

My life in my own words (the best).

I developed my love of writing from my love of reading, I remember laying in bed reading all night then falling fast to sleep imagining my own ideas of what I read. My imagination to this day is very powerful. To this day I have the tendency to not “accept” anything I write unless it makes me feel something inside. I have grown to understand this quality is helpful because it pushes me to write to my best potential. Writing is the only thing I criticize this much in my life. (It’s a gold lining to it as you can tell.)

Writing helps me escape from problems that have developed in my life. By saying ‘I developed’ gives me a since of responsibility on how my life has been and how it turns out. I strongly believe in the saying “You determine your own destiny” As a child I was sheltered at home, at school I forced my self into a shell, scared to do something wrong, I was plain terrified of the consequences. I cared this mentality until I was 24 years old; actually I’m still working on this. Because of my mind set of “cutting off those who have hurt me” I suffered in my own kin and disowned my love of writing, also cutting my activity of reading too.

I currently write poetry to explain my feelings; I have plenty of ideas for stories. I am excited to say after my drought I have finally be connected back to my love. To be honest I write because its something I love to, eventually my dream is to become a full time writer and even be apart of  a support group for writers. For the past few years I have been working doing things I despised of to make a quick dollar….Everybody I’m sure will love being paid to do the things they love, I’m working to make it my reality.