Here we go!

Stories, everyone has them, but so few people know them, the meaningful ones that is. The ones that make you, you. For the longest time I have sworn to myself that I would write a book, I've always loved to read and write, but when I turned 18 a lot of things were going on in my life and I decided I wanted to write everything down that I could remember from the time I was born to the present. I wrote my first chapter but didn't get too much further than that. It's so easy to be completely motivated about something one minute and then life happens and the next minute you have totally forgotten your original intentions and passions and yearnings. Time has passed since my 18th birthday and since that first chapter was written, and each day the thought of that book and the many stories laying in the back of my mind seem to grow fainter and fainter, yet I still push them to the side with the excuse that I will one day write that book and tell my stories. It hit me today however that the longer I wait the more I will forget. It might take time for me to get into the routine of writing on a regular basis again, but I figure that a little is better than nothing.