Yesterday I asked my sister to help me find a sign about what I should do with my life. I have always said there are things that I would like to do. i.e. write, photography, interior design, etc. I know it will be something creative without a doubt because that is what makes me happy.
Well it came sooner to me than I thought it would.
First, of course was the fact that my sister wrote in journals for several years which I had no idea of. Ironically, because we shared a room until 1993 and I found them dating back to as early as 1990. I feel like these were a gift she left me. They weren't easy to read but they taught me so much more about her. And confirmed some things that I suspected all along.
Second, my sister had also left behind several story ideas and stories that she had started that I also had found. She wanted to be a writer and I really didn't know that either. Of course, I knew she liked to read, she did have 3000 books in her room (no exaggeration), but that she actually wrote to Harlequin to obtain information on how to submit writing was news to me.
Then just a short while ago, Jason and I went out to grab some breakfast. We were driving back home and he turned on one of the talk radio stations that he listens to. I usually tune them out but today was different. There was a girl talking about how she went to college for English (sounds familiar to me) and after she had finished school she wasn't sure if she had what it would take to be a writer as a profession (ok, I am listening). Well, she struggled with going to law school or continuing on the writing path. Then her little brother died suddenly. (brother... sister... same thing... ) She talked about how when that tragedy happened to her, she thought to herself, that she should do something that makes her happy because we are never guaranteed tomorrow (a thought I have had every day for the past month or so). She knew in her heart that writing made her happy (I get that). As you may or may not know, I have been working on a book for the past 3.5 years or so and I am only about 65% done with it. But I realize, I need to finish it. And when I finish it, I need to start a new one, and then another, and then another, and so on and so fourth.
My sister actually said in one of her journals that her dream was to be a writer. And while I have always said that we have more in common than people realize, I never knew how much. I now know I have to do this, if not for me, for her, because sadly my sister won't be able to realize those dreams but at least for today, for this minute right now, I still have the chance.
