TIME TO PUT A HEART AND SOUL INTO IT

TIME TO PUT A HEART AND SOUL INTO IT















































Honey oak chest of drawers holds embarrassing amount of framed photographs of her posing in the dust of Sahara, riding a horse, next to the plane propeller, wearing trousers and smiling with confidence. A continuation of a promise made years ago now carefully dusted, lovingly arranged and carried everywhere she went. Studying their negatives today wouldn’t have brought much amusement if it didn’t occur to me that she was just one of those people who figured life’s a gift and didn’t intend on wasting it but making each day count. Draw limitations and you’ll bound your life to them; have an open mind, be brave and you’ll always find a way to achieve. “Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.” “I promise.” “Never let go.” “I’ll never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go.”   

You know what movie this quote is taken from, don't you? Thoughts on things that escaped my attention this year are starting to line up... Me in 10, 20 years time... How will I look like, what my life will be like? Will it be worth the wait, excitement? 2014 is upon us and my resolution list has never been so overstuffed and well... untouched. I envy people whose parents were consistent, motivated and encouraging. Mine were none of these things and raised me to become none of these things either (although I owe them a world). You are what you were taught to be, think a certain way is a myth I no longer believe. Neither I believe in destiny, fate, God. On the contrary, I’ve gained a strong belief in me creating one and only life. If there were things I needed to accomplish and I’ve done nothing to it, the only one to blame was me. Not bad luck or my parents. Creation is natural, stagnation is not. 

A few years ago I have come up with an idea for a novel and until I don’t get the story out of my head, I’m not a real writer, am I? I'm into writing because this is what I do best and enjoy my company above all else while in the shelter of hours elapsing in silence, I hide behind words like actors dissemble behind their characters and singers use music to camouflage the truth. For many writing is a therapy - well known personalities are bestowed upon their fictional characters. Sometimes to be read equals to be heard, you’re not anonymous anymore. Unless you are a very stable writing being, you’re only comfortable describing the surroundings you know, you’ve experienced or in this or other way they have bothered you for long enough to end up in ink. I wasn’t immediately sure if the novel I’m scribbling in between folding laundry and stretching tendons in poses I rarely allow in bedroom (I mean doing yoga) was a way of escaping my troubles. The story is way too complicated... yet mirrors most of the exclamation marks in my head. We should be doing what we love unless of course silly daily missions keep us anchored unecstatically to the desk, sink, anywhere momentarily not amusing. I'm really keen on allocating those long evenings for first chapters. Thank you for coming, inspiration. x

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  1. Yummy :)

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  2. good luck on achieving all your goals.

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  3. I think you can definitely write a novel! I'd love to read it. You're very talented at describing a slice of life. :)

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    1. I'd love to be able to write for living. And then I could just travel...
      Thank you, Lindsay x

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  4. Juggling many things is not easy but if you're willing to give writing a (proper) go - then do.
    But make sure it's fun too x

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    1. It's a tough job being consistent, inspired and have fun too! ;)
      But yeah, anything worth doing it's worth being done well. x

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