What if I fail, not a great writer. I wish I could remember my dreams, never can. Sometimes I'll wake up and have a memory of a few things from my dreams but I rarely remember. However, I'm a bonafide daydreamer.
So of course, I'm already thinking how great it would be if I get a column, write a book and show up on The Daily Show and talk about my witty, sardonic, insightful, politically current novel or non fiction book with Jon.
I tend to get ahead of myself and wallow in my daydreams. It's what keeps me from committing to anything. I'm going to try to stick this out and keep writing. The writing will be a fun experience and if my only audience is me, God and a few friends, then so be it... BUT it would be really cool if something becomes of my writing. I might even try my hand at poetry again, we'll see.
NOTE to Eddy: Flesh this out: I'm 39, single, and live with two roommates. I'm fine with being 39 and where I am in life. I convince myself that I'm okay with being single, actually, to be honest, I'm so set in my ways, not sure who would be up to the task of loving Eddy. What I am not happy with is living with two other people...
I'm on my third glass of whisky, mmmmm love Woodford Reserve. Now go to bed Eddy, you promised Tracy you'd be at her 9am spin class!!
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