My father and I were discussing all the projects I'm involved in a few weeks ago (I have quite a few going on right now), and he somehow got it into his head that I should build a server and rent space to small businesses and entrepreneurs.
A faulous idea, with one problem. I am more software girl then hardware girl, so doing this would require me to do a little research and finance juggling. And I'd have to drop one of my other projects. When I brought this up and started listing all my projects, my father suggested I drop the writing.
Someone, I believe it was the AF, once told me that I live in my head more than any other person he knew, and I will willingly attest to that fact. The last 7 weeks, I have been writing upwards of 2 short story drafts a week, due to my workshop at Toasted Cheese, and this is the calmest I've felt in a year. I told my father that I wasn't dropping the writing, because it keeps me sane.
Same goes for the dancing. You ever get out of the pool after swimming all day and you feel like you're still in the water? That's how I feel some days, but with dancing. If I heard some good music, I mentally start composing choreography, and I've started doing dance drills every morning.
I over think so much every day that writing and dancing are kind of my way of getting all that extra stuff out of my head. It leaves room for more important things, like "Which shirt can I wear with a full floor-length skirt without looking like I'm headed to Ren Faire?"
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