I can’t remember how many times I said to myself that I won’t be a Clinical Psychologist for long. I want to retire and be a full time writer. I imagine myself helping my husband, raising our kids and have a big house with huge library. Big windows facing the beach or mountain and a quiet patio for me to write and be productive.
In reality, I still don’t have the gut – to be honest. But every time I let myself enter into a good bookshop, I’m drowning. I would be having headache to sort out – and drop the not-to-buy books! Then, that dream of being a full time writer … emerges!
I’m not yet a writer. Not as productive as a writer should be. But I’m setting higher limit to myself now, write daily through blogging. And yes, another standard bar needs to be set up soon.
I hope I don’t have to wait for myself too long.
‘I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around. I’ll probably be writing when the Lord says, ‘Maya, Maya Angelou, it’s time.’