‘The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium.” ~Norbet Platt
This was a difficult prompt because I could only come up with one answer for now. Of course there are other things that seem more superfluous and superficial so this is the one thing that I knew I really wanted more than anything, right at this moment.
30 seconds later I remembered that I did want to run for office. It might be fun to get slandered on the front of the NYTimes during a crazy bid for a Senate seat.
Write a book
In second grade I was deemed an exceptional writer and in fourth grade I won a contest. Since elementary school – hell, probably from the womb – I have wanted to write a novel. I want to heed Toni Morrison’s advice (If there’s a book you really want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it). The thought of doing such has left me with a bag of emotions that I am unable to fully express and there lies my fear: In failure and inability. Like I’m not good enough to write more than a four paragraph blog post.
Of course there are other things I’d like to do before death: babies, marriage (once I get over my fear of marriage) but the BIG, thing for right now is to write the one thing I’ve always wanted to read.
Run for office
Since I was 11 I’ve wanted to be a member of Congress. I don’t know if I will ever have the stamina to do so also I have a blog that chronicles my every thought and action from 21 on and hoo boy! I’m not sure how voters will feel about my extracurricular activities (see: drunk table dancing in Adams Morgan). But maybe one day.
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You know I’d vote for you.
And, thanks for wrapping up all my very own thoughts right there in that “Write a Book” paragraph. Failure and inability sums it up quite nicely. Thank you.
Life FAIL? I think it is amazing to have only two things that you really, really want. We should all aspire to edit that well.
The thought of doing such has left me with a bag of emotions that I am unable to fully express and there lies my fear: In failure and inability.
I managed to write two books in the past two years, but they’re NaNo novels; ergo, they don’t count. And neither time did I actually write what I wanted to write. (That story will not but sullied by NaNoWriMo, but I haven’t found the courage to commit it to print.)
Hey, the emptier the bucket list, the easier it is to focus on it, right?
The fact that I now know what Adams Morgan is (and have experienced it for myself! With mojitos!) thrills me to no end.
Most everything has already run out of my bucket–rusty old thing–but the novel is actually do-able.
Try NaNoWriMo one year. Get in, get it done, get over it. Then, having “written a novel” you can do it for real. You’ll have already experienced the pits.