The longer I am on leave, the more I feel the writer coming back to me. She is deep down inside me, peeking out occasionally to see if it is safe to come out. The desire to sit for hours, lost in the world created by words, enchants and calls to me.
I love my business ideas. I miss my classroom. But I am really starting to feel the potential of writing.
It is what I wanted to do from as early as being able to make letters and read sounds.
I have always had excuses, some legitimate.
Maybe this time is really about developing this.
Maybe I need to breathe and stop trying to control my transition lol.