Writing

I have struggled the last few days to write and as you have probably noticed what I have written has not been of a quality I would have liked to post. I sit here and wonder what to post today, I feel the need to post something each day and yet struggle to make sure there is some value to what I write. Isn’t that like the life we live each day, we struggle and wonder what we should do and if what we do really matters in the bigger picture.

As I sit here and write this my husband is watching a moving The Astronaut Farmer, and he made the statement when he broke through the atmosphere and into space, “this is where dreams live.” Well as he said that I realized that even though I sometimes struggle to write for me this is where dreams live. Writing is my dream and even though I struggle to write something profound, it makes my dream no less real.