A Birthday Promise to Myself

*Using the voice of infamous PBS oil painter Bob Ross* I love fluffy white clouds. They make me happy. Especially this one, because it looks like a tea pot :).

Today is my birthday and as I enter my thirty-third year of life I am taking the time to think about some things: our current situation (to be detailed in tomorrow’s post), the loss of my wonderful dad, coming to grips with the fact that my relationship with someone in my family is/has always been broken, possibly beyond repair, and thinking about what I want out of my writing career from here on out are all weighing heavily on my mind.

One thing I know I want to do is share my story in the form of a memoir. I know the idea of a thirty-three year old penning a biography sounds absurd. But there are a lot of untold (true) stories inside me and if I’m honest with all of you (and myself) it’s getting harder and harder on my mind and soul to keep them all locked away.

Having said that, I have no idea when to write this tell-all book. I actually started it a year ago, but stopped writing when I reached a painful memory.

I imagine writing this type of book will not be a linear process and will more than likely come in fits and starts. Luckily, I have a good friend, author Diane M. How, who has been down this road before me. If I get lost during this process (with my sense of direction, that’s inevitable 😉 ) I’m sure she’ll have some words of wisdom to guide me.

The most important aspect of my birthday promise is that I work on openness. Whether that is in the form of being more open in my daily life and relationships, in my blog or in other forms of writing, I am unsure.

What I am sure of is that life is too short to keep things bottled inside.

Have you ever made a birthday promise to yourself? If so, I’d love to hear about it in the comments section below if you would be so kind as to share your promise with me 🙂