I always tell myself that I’ll make it through summer vacation focusing on writing, but I always forget that when I am spending summer with my family, writing becomes impossible. It’s just the wrong headspace.

However, now I am in the States, independent and settled into my new home, and I’m ready to recommit. At the same time, I need to be realistic with myself. Biweekly posts might be too difficult for me at this time, and even weekly posts seem unlikely. As such, for now, I will be aiming for one post a month, the first Saturday of the month. That seems like a very achievable goal.

What brought this on? Well, I was reminded today, when I was so tired and bored that I wanted to do nothing more than sleep, that life is too short to not do what I want to do just because I don’t feel like doing it at that moment.

I want to be a writer – no, I want to be a storyteller. But in order to make that happen, I can’t waste moments not wanting to write. Life is too short for that. Are feelings something I can just change on a dime? No, probably not. But I can at least try before I give up on the idea.

So this is me. And it’s not just me – me achieving my dreams lays a foundation for so many of my friends to achieve theirs. I’ve always said that I never want to be a world leader – the world is too big, and I don’t care enough.

But I do care about my world, and its small population of my friends. I think I can be a leader for them.