I think I am moving slowly away from being a creative person, an aspiring writer to being a professional, a legal eagle, someone who reads statutes and writes briefs as they were fiction.
I am hoping one day I can get back to being a writer, or at least living like one and that one day my dream to write that one script that becomes the one hit wonder would come true, really come true.
I have to start studying for my new job. It's a bit scary and intimidating even as a story in which I star in. I drove by there yesterday with my family which was even scarier. It's one of those things you pray do not blow up in your face in every way. It's one of those things that make you somewhat proud of even yourself but you do not want to remain self-righteous even as you are proud and you want to remain humbled by it all, by God remembering your address, by the miracle and the chance to become something in your life and the tremendous opportunity being good at this would open up for you. You just can't put your finger on what it is that makes this seem like a fairytale worth holding on to.
I shall stop talking about this now. I had hoped to have a journal where I do not discuss work or it's facets, that I would discuss Anita and her creative scheming mind. The creativity is slowly leaving the building or as I would choose to say, the pages of my telegraph.
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