Isn't it boring when someone starts telling you about the dream they had last night? I think so. I immediately start nodding off. With that said let me write about this dream I had...I'll keep it very short so hopefully you get to the end of the story without falling asleep and drooling on your keyboard.
*Begin Bore Fest*
I dreamt that Linus wrote a book about our life together and basically he dragged me through the mud and made me out to be a shallow moron. There, that's it. I'm not going to go into details other than the fact that I distinctly remember being very surprised and sad about it. I believe I was sobbing in my dream. I love that feeling because then I wake up with a start and feel like I've really just been sobbing. Great feeling right? Ugh.
*End Bore Fest*
Since the job situation is a lot less stressful I'm feeling the energy to work on other projects in my life. Namely this book I want so badly to write. Problem is, I don't feel like I'm a writer. I can't find what they call "your voice". Every time I write something I look at it and it just doesn't seem like me. I don't feel like I'm a storyteller but I feel like I have stories to tell.
People at work ask me questions about my life and where I've been. When I tell them some things they honestly look amazed. One lady even said, "Wow, you should write a book!". I admit that their amazement embarrasses me. When I look back on things I've done I don't feel like it's anything that special. I just DID it. Maybe that's what's so amazing?
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