Another week of the two job-grind begins. I treasure moments of peace and tranquility since 65 hours a week of my life is spent having to communicate. I have met some of the most kind amazing people while carrying such a work load. I think when I have free time, I have time to doubt myself and what I want to achieve. My love told me, “If I say I am, who can tell me I am not?” So, I guess I will start saying, “I am a writer!” And as I read that sentence back, what is wrong with saying that? If we want our dreams, why not already speak them into the air? My deadline for my next photo shoot is approaching quickly and I am having some sort of block. I feel that I need to just let go and stop stifling my visions. “What’s this model-wannabe doing?” That would be frightening to hear, but that should not stop me. I must knock down this block that is occurring.I am a great friend. I am a strong, yet gracious woman. I am a writer. I am a model.