How was your sleep last night? Mine was decent, had a couple erratic dreams. Strange mishaps and people chasing me. But I'm good...
Yo. I realized that my passion for writing has once again grown since I've started doing this blog. Like sometimes I'm anxious to wake up and type before breakfast. In 1999, when I was like 11 years old, my mom bought me my first & only diary. And this was like a super official diary too, had a keepsake box with a lock and key. I cherished it. Wrote in it at least four times a week about things that went on in my preteen life. New crushes, clothes, music. You know. My diary stayed with me throughout middle and high school. It was my outlet when I didn't want to discuss certain things with my friends. It was my friend I could tell all my secrets to that I knew wouldn't tell a soul. I loved my diary. Sadly though, throughout the many moves of my life, my diary got misplaced and never returned to me. I kinda lost my urge to write once it was gone. It was never a big deal anymore. Pfffft. Still pierces my soul to even think about it. =(
I honestly believe that my diary is the reason I even want to be a writer today.
So look out for me. I'm back on my grind to become a writer. I want the world to see my thoughts and my words, whatever they may be. I can't even fathom the feeling I will get once I see a published article that says written by "Jasmine Gonzalez". Wow. It will be such an accomplishment for myself. More than ever becoming a part of a certain sorority that once was goal numero uno.
Maybe I'll finally get VIBE Magazine's attention and become the columnist or editor I've always aspired to be. So once again I'll just say PAY ATTENTION. Because I'm definitely going places. ;)