The Nobody

I used to think about the what ifs, but now I think about only what I say. I would spend every day apologizing for my mistakes and crashing into what could have happened if I only picked up the pencil. Now I sit here listening to the water crash against the peer, sunsetting in the distance, with my notebook in my hand. Pencil in the other. It came to a time I didn't want to live with myself and the what if something would happen when I could go out and achieve it myself. Sure, it would take some confidence and time, but I wasn't one for giving up. I worked my ass off no, seriously the hardest I have ever worked in my life to get to where I am. The confidence to take on the world with a book in my hand. Oh, the life I used to have; job hoping just to be able to make it in time for the next bill. Adulthood used to scare me the thought of growing up and not being able to lean on anyone to help you, having to do it all on your own. Who did I think I was pretending I could not complete my dream. The dream of one thousand aspiring authors worldwide. I could be an inspiration that not being the smartest could still get you far in life if you work hard and follow your dreams. I once thought life was nothing but a single day by day occurrence where the day before seems to somehow pass you by and yet repeat itself none the less. I thought how could a small-town girl get to be an inspirational author. What if I told you I was a nobody that just simply loves to write, would you tell me to follow my dreams or would you tell me to give up and find a real job. The truth is it doesn't matter what anyone says, I found my muse. That tick in my heart. My destiny from my mother's womb.