inner voices

I wonder sometimes if my younger self would kick my ass if she saw who I became.
Would she question how we arrived at this place in our life or will she merely mourn the loss of our dreams in exchange for ambition.
Or will she understand that a dream never truly dies less the dreamer forgets...
I don't know anymore readers but blogging as much as i have been lately has awoken the dreaming columnist in me and I just wish...
Wish I could of held on to that happy writer cloud a little longer. That I could still be happy broke and writing my fingers to the bone for a $20 freelance piece.
But a writers dream doesn't pay the bills...and while I know my ambition has taken me down a different road then originally planned I know that the end has to take me to my dream less I forget the way.
And now I know that simply dreaming isn't going to make my writing career magically happen. That will require some work from the young woman I am, the woman I'm becoming, and the girl I was...
Thanks for listening readers,
Our lost hero

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