Writing Is In Me

Hola Madre,


       I thought I would start this post off with a little of my second language since I don’t get to use it much at all. In less than 24 hours things have changed a bit between myself and Victoria. She has shown tremendous support for what I want to do, even though it is a big change from what I have been doing and the plan has deviated from what it has always been. We have been working on making these plans into a reality, but changing direction and heading into the unknown and going after an uncertain future is scary.

       We have two children who are depending on us to make the right choices and support them. I just hope that I can find a way to mesh what I want to do and what needs to be done in order to provide the best for my children in this life. I want them to see that I went after a dream and achieved that dream. They have to understand that there will be challenges and risk involved to get where they want to be. Even though I may feel like a failure in one aspect, I will feel like a winner in another. Following a risky dream will be hard and there are no guarantees that I will become what I hope to become.

       Changing the path I have chosen to follow is nerve racking yet exciting. Will that excitement continue long term? I realize there is a lot I do not know about the path I have chosen, or perhaps the path that has chosen me. The first time I really remember writing was in New Hampshire when you were recovering from your first stroke. I was 12 years old and I began typing a story I called “The Assassin” on a typewriter, a real typewriter. When I was in 6th and 7th grade I was encouraged to keep writing and began writing poetry, even entering competitions through school. Writing is in me and through me. I know you understand.