This is the morning, I tell myself, as I pour the coffee and head out to the picnic table.
It’s the morning I’m going to sit down and write those words, the ones that will be so profound, the ones that will inspire dreamers and push them to chase down whatever it is that’s burning in their hearts.
A smile creeps to my face as I take a seat at my little, yellow-and-turquoise-with-a-flower, table and begin to pound out the words.
And I’m not too far into it all before I feel the honest need to confess something.
I’m a writer at God-sized Dreams, and sometimes I feel like a big fake.
The truth? Is that, lately, I haven’t been doing much, if any, dreaming. Or writing.
Today I’m over at God-sized Dreams, sharing a little honesty. 😉 My dreams have definitely changed in the last years…and I’m learning to embrace that. Join me?