My days and nights are filled with the dreams of everything I want to accomplish. I have so many novels, short stories, film scripts and literary events swimming around my head in the form of amazing ideas. I take down notes on scraps of paper and plug information into my day planner and onto notepads: literary journals accepting submissions, jobs I should apply to, reading I should be planning. This, of course, doesn’t include the myriad of everyday life things that require organization, too: gym visits, doctor appointments, time with the family.
So many tasks!
It’s a lot to deal with; a great amount of balls thrown in the air at once. Part of me thrives on the excitement of keeping it all together, but another part just wants peace. An entire afternoon spent on the sofa, guilt-free. A weekend of dancing and friends without repercussions. The freedom that comes with knowing all your ducks are in the proverbial row.
My real, concrete goals? A healthy body. Uninterrupted writing time. Happy children. Published works. Critical acclaim. Love.
But not necessarily in that order.
I suppose that, as I chase my dreams, I should probably let go of the notion that the latest episode of “The Good Wife” can’t wait until the weekend when I have more time to spare. I’ll add that on my list of things to do: Get Out Of My Own Way.
What’s stopping your dreams from coming true?
xoxo,
Raquel Ivelisse