Let Me Just Say... Dreams aren't easy.

But they're worth believing in.

I have a dream. I do. We all do. At least I hope we all do or it'd be sad to know that we have nothing to aspire to. Nothing to believe in. Nothing to hope for. No reason to keep on breathing.

I like to write. I enjoy it. Actually, I love it. I write when I can and when I'm inspired. Like now, with this blog post. I don't know if anyone out there reads it. I hope people do, but if they don't, then that's fine. I just take comfort in knowing that I can write it and enjoy that process.

I am 31 years old. Only two years ago I realised what it is that I would like to do with my life, though now that I'm here, it's easy to look back on the years and see that the answer should've been obvious from the start. They say hindsight is a wonderful thing. 'They' didn't lie.

Looking back, it's now clear that the path my life should have taken. The direction in which I should have headed was always there, just waiting for me to choose the right side of the fork in the road. But it's better to figure it out now than later. Or even worse, not at all. If I look back on my years in drama class, that playwrighting award I won when I was 16, the stories I enjoyed writing in High School - I'd find that they were all speaking to me, even if it was just in a whisper.

If I could write a letter to my 16 year old self, I would, just to let me know not to study at 'that' university just because my mother wanted me to. Or do do 'that' course because it seemed interesting. If I could do it over, would I do a different course? Probably. But then, if I did it over, who's to say I'd be where I am today? Every choice and chance I've taken in life has led to another choice and another, which has led me to where I am now.

And now, I'm working on my dream. I'm wondering if I'm too old to study, while looking up courses online to study here in Canada or in London, England. I lived there before and I miss it horribly. It wasn't until the last few months of my time there that I realised what I wanted in life. If I knew before, I would've studied writing while there. London has a great theatre scene and that's what I'd like to do - write plays. I've written a couple, but not done anything with them. Namely, I'm not sure that they're interesting enough, though I can only hope they are.

So that's my dream. I'm not sure what yours is - starting a business, owning a home, having a family, or even something as simple as being happy - but may you find the strength and courage to go out there and achieve it.

Procastination is not my friend, though it likes to think we are. Too much time has been spent hanging out with procrastination over the years. I need new friends. New friends like 'Inspiration', 'Belief', 'Perserverance' and 'Hope'.

They seem like a pretty cool gang to hang out with.