I need to go on a trip. I'm feeling like I need a sunset or a suntan or just a change of scenes. I'm a mommy, but I still need to write and dream and be. It's easy to put that aside in favor of making sure that She writes and dreams and is.
Is there really any way that can happen unless she sees it somewhere though? I don't think so.
So it's up to me.
I have an obligation.
I wonder if I'm up to the task. When She looks at me, I can tell that She thinks I am. So . . . (deep breath) Rowling unveiled the beautiful and mysterious and perfect Harry Potter with a million kids at home right? I should be able to write down at least ONE of the stories in my head.
Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.
I need to do it for me. Otherwise I'll never make it through.
