Going Pro

We all aspire to something. Even the seemingly mundane life is anything but. The fact that we’re here, breathing in and out, thinking thoughts, performing tasks with hands that have opposable thumbs, is anything but mundane.

We are miraculous beings, spirits having a human experience. I’m here to attest to that. I’ve been to the other side. I know.

And I’m filled with gratitude daily for the chance to breathe in and out, to hum and sing to the best of my ability, and to share my story with anyone who is interested in listening.

I know I ramble in these posts, but bear with me. I am going somewhere, even if the course is circuitous.

Today is the first day of April. A day for foolishness, if that’s your thing.

For me, it’s the day I turned professional. I am a professional writer.

Being professional isn’t about getting paid, although that would be nice and maybe is the ultimate goal.

Being professional is a state of mind and a state of being. It’s about having goals and committing to achieving those goals.

In that vein, I’m committing to having a completed manuscript of my memoir be the end of the year. Aside from any freelance work I obtain, and aside from this blog, the memoir is going to consume my focus.

So there’s no fooling on April Fools Day. At least not for me. I’m entering into a contract with myself to be ready to shop my manuscript in 2024. It will give me something worthy to distract me from the fiasco of the upcoming political cycle.

It’s Saturday night. Time for me to find a movie to watch.