I feel that getting over any fear takes time and struggle. The pain and practice that it takes for me change certain habits often lea ve me avoiding the issue entirely. For the past few months, I have abandoned writing and modeling, and immersed myself into working two jobs, which has made me miserable. They may be right. Money is not everything. All of us have certain dreams. Some just want to find that soul mate, procreate and settle down into ideal, perfect life. Some live free, never committing or being tied down to anyone or anything. As a kid, I grew up around musicians. One of my classmates could hear any song on the radio and play it back instantly on the piano. My best friend Jalisa and I sing with each other in harmony whenever we listen to music together. I always participated in the school plays, band, and even composed some of the band’s stand music for Friday football night. In other words, I MUST WRITE! I was walking around frustrated because I could not put my feelings into words, a blinking cursor always remained. I have learned the hard way that there are no promises in business, and where money is made, usually lies are told. I forgot that I had a place to escape, where I can be obscure, yet honest.
I feel like myself again. A writer.