Sacrifices for Your Dream

There's a fire sale going on at the Sheridans, and the keyboard I'm packing up to ship off has got me quite depressed.  I love music, I love making music, and I think I could've been good at it.  Even got into Duquesne University's Masters of Music Composition school.

But I think I could be a better storyteller.  So music will have to remain a hobby.

Here's the thing - I spent the better part of half my life trying to decide what I wanted to be, while still trying to please a ton of other people.  Then, in 2009, I got laid off, and decided what I wanted to be:  a writer.  In fact, one could say I decided that back in 2008 when we moved to Kennett Square to begin with.  It was time to get serious.

It was time to take a risk.  And boy what a risk it's been.

Sometimes you decide to go after a dream and the dream smacks you around a bit shouting "You want a piece of me?  You gotta EARN it baby!"

Sometimes earning it requires selling everything you have.  Moving.  Living out of your car.  You've heard all the cliches and stories.  Well, I'm living it now.

Not living out my car, thank God, but making sacrifices none the less.  Two years and we STILL haven't sold the house we left in Connecticut.  We moved primarily to be closer to family, but we chose THIS area because it was where my first book takes place.  I felt a connection - like I was a writer here.  And it's damn near broke me.

So we're selling off a lot of things, and I'm selling off a lot of my other hobbies and crafts.  Have to.  I've made my decision.

I'm gonna WRITE ON!