The moment when you baked cookies, or made an unsatisfying dinner but he pretended it was delicious. The moment when you laughed uncontrollably and forgot everything, forgot that you’re scared that nothing is happening, forgot that you’re feeling bored. The moment you realize you don’t want to be sad because sadness doesn’t leave any room for creation. The moment you pick up a book and get so into it that you wish you wrote it yourself, you can’t wait to sit down and write one. The moment your dog craps in the basement and you feel like crying because you’re a baby and you’re tired and it smells and you don’t want to clean it up. The moment you feel so utterly confused that you can’t move forward because you are unsure of what your next step should be. The moment clarity hits. The moment you make a list of all the things you want to do, all of the things you want to learn, and all of the ways you can improve and you realize that the making of these moments will all become stories someday. They’ll become memories and it’s up to you to make them.
– learn how to cook
– write that book
– take swing dance lessons (seriously.)
– go to England, Paris, Italy, Germany, New York (for Christmas and New Year), etc. etc.