I used to be a writer. I used to write very interesting things.
It's been another year, and though some people close to me don't think much has changed, there is someone new moving their fingers across the keyboard this time. I used to be a writer. I used to blog all the time, and people would read the things I wrote. I used to write very interesting things. Now I don't have much time for writing, or reading for that matter. And I miss calling myself a writer. I miss the support of my writer friends. I am learning right now that I don't miss how hard I critique my own writing, but I think I miss this feeling of talking to you without you being able to interrupt me.
It's New Years Day, 2011! How about that? I rang in the New Year at Chelios' in Aurora. With Chris Chelios (who is gorgeous by the way), and Curtis. I love the fact that I can walk into a bar knowing one person and end up leading the conga line around the bar at 1 in the morning. I needed last night to be exactly what it was. The energy was great, the people were happy and full of love. The cougars were out, the frat boys were out and I happily danced around their NYEs kissing cheeks and sloshing red wine around.
"I wish I could wear a dress like that."
"Yeah you do."
I am going to keep this post short because I want to be more inspired than I feel right now. I'm done with criticism this year. I'm going to let my heart be full, my head be challenged, and my thoughts be heard. I am going to be exactly who I want to be this year. And you are gonna get to hear all about it.
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