Since I was eight years of age I have been putting words down on paper. Words less well spelled and less readable than these, naturally. I always had a love for black ink silently and elengantly touching a white piece of paper with a beautiful flow. This relaxes me. Comforts me and will always bring me to a state of mind I love to enter and happily stay there for hours a day. There is something twistedly erotic about sitting down with my "Writers Book" having my favourite pen correctly placed in my hand and write whatever comes to mind. Erotic cause it has always turned me on mentally. It makes me smile even in my darkest hours of my life. It gives me a sense of life being wicked as hell no matter what tasks I have to do and rather wouldn't. I love it more than a thousands words. And myself for giving time to do so, hours a day if needed and wished for.
I never read what I have written.
The thoughts I had when putting down those specific words and sentences are to be kept there and are no longer part of my thinking today. New day, new thoughts, new words and most importantly new feelings. It is these that make any writing great. To express a love for someone special, a love for a taste, a feel, a touch, a face, a sight, an experience ect.
Yesterday I did exactly what I never do.
I read in my " Writers Book" and I have no idea why but glad I did.
It was August 8th '10, sitting on the couch in the middle of the day, tired, stressed and with a headache I expressed my confusement I felt from work. Being ON averagely 14 hours a day, earning some great cash to make my dreams come true. This I did as a hardcore waitress on the island in Denmark where I grew up; I had a lot of longing thoughts and feelings towards sunny days with Gin n' Tonic on the beach in Tel Aviv.
Besides drinks on a beach my dreams were exactly what I have and do now.
I spend a precious hour to write instead of sleeping which I really should have done. The pen went to the paper and I wrote about " A Gypzy's Tale"; the little firecracker of a puppy I dreamed of getting. Solo-single-with doggy-traveling.
Which brings me to dream no. 2: Sailing the World.
And here I am. With " A Gypzy's Tale" sleeping on me as I am typing, in my cabin ON A BOAT.
Dreams do come true. When time is right whatever you wish for and essentially if you wish hard enough; You will reach the smiles you get when achieving these. How great is that?!
So how does it feel to achieve the dreams I had a few months ago?
Indescriable!
It all happened quite calmly. I had a lot of time to get used to the thought of a puppy in my life. And I knew about the boat for 2 months till I actual sat my feet onboard and therefore my brain gradually grew with the thoughts of "my new life". This did I now, do not realise it all, as I really should.
It would be in order if I shouted out a "Holla" and send a big smile to the sky with thee largest Thank You. Whoever You are. Not to forget to thank myself for letting these great experiences into my life. Cause in the end; What would I do without myself. What would YOU do without yourself? You are the one creating your own reality. How frigin cool is that?
Setting my first sails tomorrow. My virgin sailtrip and I am as ready as I can get.
Bring On the Horizon Captain.
Thank You
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