How many years have I said, "Gee, I'd like to write more. I'd like to truly become a writer." I'd read books like this, sigh, and then put them on my shelf with all my other writing books. I've always wanted to take a dive into the world of words and creativity.
I try to give myself some grace, realizing that somehow in the next season of my life the dust will settle and...oh, who am I kidding? The dust has settled, and there aren't enough Swiffers in the world to clean it away. This is the only life I have, the only time that will really work. If I want to do something, I NEED TO DO IT.
After a recent trip to Barnes and Noble, I went back to my car and couldn't help but notice the girl in the car next to mine. She was balancing a spiral notebook on her steering wheel, writing. She paused and looked ahead, lips pursed in thought. I suppose she could've been writing her grocery list, or working on a college paper or something, but I doubt it. I like to think she was so inspired by something in B & N that she had to write it down, had to seize it before the moment disappeared.
That's what I need to do. Grab these moments that come my way, whether it's 15 minutes or an hour. Take my day, make it work, and start writing instead of dreaming.