On the precipice of time....

I have been doing lots of reflecting and traveling at the same time. Turning thirty didn't really hit me until now. When you stop moving thoughts actually have a time to catch up. I don't feel old, but at the same time I can't believe how much time has passed. Sadly, there is so much more I had hoped to do by now, and I feel like I am so far away. As you know, if you've read my blog, I am working on a book of poems. Honestly the production has been on hold for a while. I guess it was a lack of inspiration. It's also hard to be inspired, at least for me, when you're "fat and happy" (as the saying goes). I am working on ways to push myself into inspiration, and by once again practicing my writing everyday. Music by far is my greatest inspiration, and listening to music moves me to write. Sometimes I get stalled in daydreams wishing I could play the guitar and turn my poems into songs. It saddens to know I am at a moment in life where I could learn to play guitar, but it will be much harder now that I am older. I once played the guitar, long ago, but I gave it up. Unlike my sister, I had no talent to make music easily, but that does not mean there is not music within me. I am searching for a way to get it out. We'll see what comes out soon. Don't worry, though, whatever is created, I'll be sure to share it with you first :)