Deepest Desire……

How many times over the last two years have I said I don’t know what my dream is? A lot!  Let me put it another way, what would you do if you knew you could not fail? Deep down my dream really hasn’t changed since high school….I want to write.

I don’t think that I write well or that I have some great talent…..I have never even created a fictional character before. I make up my own punctuation for heavens sakes…… version of a dramatic pause. It is my dream though.

Well now that I have said the tearful words out loud (don’t ask me why I was teary eyed, let’s just say peri-menopausal) and written them for the world to see, I guess I need a plan. I think I will look into a creative writing class that I know about and see how that goes. I am 43 it is definitely time to sink or swim.

I made plans to go over my Uncle’s today to go through the pictures for the family history project. I have been on a crazy Christmas kick lately.  Brothers (Justice for boys) had a huge sale 40% off plus 20%. I bought two of these well made, heavy hoodies for my nephews for $25.00, that’s right…before tax they were like $11.50 a piece. They were originally $58.00 a piece, and boys don’t care about clothes but they will like these.WP_20140831_001

The family history project is what actually set off my writing light bulb. My Aunt who graduated from law school many years ago wrote a few freelance articles about my grandparents. The ugly side of me felt a huge pang of jealousy because that was my dream…..I never even acknowledged that until today. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Aunt and I enjoyed her memories in print very much, but I was very jealous. Of course it’s me….I denied it and never nurtured it, and now I’m old and not sure what to do with it. I have nobody to blame but me.

I am mostly sure that I know which picture I will be using, I did however stumble across a a few gold mines. How did I not see these before? The first is my Great Grandmother’s address book. I love that nothing was in any order, all names were in the beginning and there was a random page that just had prune juice written on it. It was a mixture of English and Italian, which was my Great Grandmother.WP_20140831_002

There was also a diary of my Grandmother’s journaling a trip that she made to Italy when I was maybe five? There are addresses of relatives that I don’t even know, and I am very curious about a cousin named Teresina. There was a picture with somebody named Zio……how funny is that? I have been through these boxes on numerous occasions, I don’t know how we all missed it. My Uncle was even surprised!WP_20140831_003

I can’t wait to investigate……..Zia




About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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2 Responses to Deepest Desire……

  1. I hope you go after your dream. When you finish your first novel I’ll have you on my show 🙂

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