A place to keep me honest and accountable about the dreams I’m currently chasing.Â
Right Now. Updated March 30, 2020.Â
I feel like I’ve lived 17 years in the past 2 weeks. I haven’t written on this blog in 2 years—my excuse was I didn’t have enough time, but the past 2 weeks with all the time in the world, I’ve still found it hard to write. Fear remains my real problem. Offending people scares me. People misunderstanding me scares me. Jokes not landing scares me. But I’ll never write anything that matters if I keep letting fear of the critic silence me.
Right now, I have an abundance of time to be still and sit with God—to pray, seek, wait, write, love, learn, laugh, dream, and grow. I hate these circumstances, but I don’t want to waste this time.
Below are the dreams I wrote when I started this blog in 2017. They haven’t changed—except I have new technology hurdles to jump that I used as an excuse to stop writing 2 years ago.
I’m dreaming of a magical world where I just write the content and leave it under my pillow so a Technology Fairy can take it and place it on my website. In the morning, I wake up with handfuls of new subscribers.
That world does not exist, so I’m struggling to master the technology behind running a self-hosted blog/website. What the heck is an email list? How do I get one? What do I do with it once I have it? Now I need a privacy policy too?
Confusion is an understatement. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m learning (and laughing) as I go because I’m tired of using technology as my excuse for not writing.
Writing is my real dream and passion, so in the midst of figuring out all the boring (but necessary) technology, I’ll try to keep writing content and figure out the technology as I go.
Some Day.
One of my dreams–though I was always either scared to admit it or just didn’t fully realize it until a couple of years ago–is to live and work in Hollywood.
Don’t get the wrong idea; I don’t really want to be famous. Fame scares the crap out of me–which would be great if I were constipated, but I’m usually pretty regular, so… TMI?
I do want to write stories that matter and make people laugh.
I also want to escape the humid swamp lands of Central Florida.
So I’m coming for you LA. One day.
