I’ve been told lately to pay attention to my dreams. This is hard for someone who doesn’t sleep much and is also an insomniac. Perhaps I am receiving divine messages from spirit, or maybe it’s just a way for my subconscious to let out all the crap it’s experienced throughout the day. However,  there are a few people and places showing up more often than not lately.

My first dream was to become a lawyer. Then it was to become a writer/photographer/designer. But somehow, I ended up becoming a nurse. Although I’ve been told I have a “healing gift”, writing is my passion. There is something cathartic about putting pen to paper and just letting the words flow.

I’ve written many poems, haikus, and short stories, but my ultimate goal would be to write a novel. Many I have started, and many have been left unfinished.

So we’ll see where it all takes me. Maybe it will be another project procrastinated and unfinished, but I hope not.