I'm feeling inspired. Looking at pictures, wishing to be a photographer. I'm reading other blogs and it hits me - if I had an idea, today would be a day to become a writer. I feel like the words are being placed in my head, dripping from my fingertips. I see beauty and I yearn to tell it with words.
Today, I would write a book about a lost soul, a woman deciding what to do with her life, a woman stuck between graduating college and a job that just doesn't seem right. I would tell of her wish to know what she was supposed to be doing. Does she stay in this job because it seems right, or search out for the job that feels right? Does she face her fears and begin taking pictures? Does she open the bookstore she's always dreamed of having? Maybe she just needs a change of pace, a new town, a new house.
If books had an image, mine would be this. I want it to feel like this picture makes me feel: beautiful, aged, cherished, loved. Maybe today I'll get around to starting my own book.
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