I have a case of the sads since returning from Vegas. If I had just one more day to soak up some Vitamin D, bust a move on the dance floor, and make out with another cute boy then maybe I would feel satisfied and complete. Three days was just not enough (though, to be honest, I may have died had I stayed longer). And I shouldn’t complain; I’m glad I was able to get away from the rat race for just a little bit.
My carriage turned into a pumpkin the minute I returned from Sin City and stood in the freezing cold airport terminal making a checklist of things I needed to do now that I was back on the east coast. Las Vegas was a land of excess where I indulged in some unhealthy foods, far too many cigarettes, and a sea of tequila and rum. Back from the adult playground, I have chucked the cigs and unhealthy travel habits and I’m left to deal with the reality I left behind.
I find myself thinking about my career and how I’m not entirely happy rewriting words for the publishing company I work for. I think about my renewed passion for writing and how I stopped for ten long years because I was terrified that I would fail at the one thing I loved more than anything.
My life has changed dramatically since I first hit “publish” in October of 2009. Ironically enough, I picked up writing again at a time when I barely recognized myself in hopes that it would comfort me. As I sat for weeks in a wine-induced coma feeling sorry for myself, refusing to pick up the phone or see my sweet, concerned friends, I turned to blogging and found immense solace in stringing together the words that often choked me. I taught myself all I could about WordPress, made new friends in blog land, read countless books on writing and blogging… and I started to think of myself as a writer again.
So I’m making a promise to a now 32-year-old Charlotte. I bounced back because of pen and paper (or fingertips and keyboard) and I think I owe it to myself to pursue this thing pretty seriously. With a bit of trepidation, I think I am finally ready for change.
I have no idea what I’m doing or how to do this exactly, but I refuse to let life pass me by as I once did. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the last year and a half, it’s that anything is possible when I let my inner Aries take the lead.
I’m dedicating this post to a dear friend of mine who is experiencing a world of heartache this week. I’d like to ask you all to send out some good vibes and positive thinking her way and maybe we can brighten her spirits for just a few tender moments. I love you, girl.