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I think I finally had the realization

there is no need to ask permission.

I need no permission to act upon inspiration- to write, to sing, to perform, to begin. Life began to pass me by because I did not have permission to live. For far too long academia has stifled this creator and has been my excuse to push my wants aside. I was focused in on the hazy goal of school, job, and career. Wondering how I would support myself on the meager salary of an artist or a writer, suppressing the artist and writer in order to grow up, this did not extinguish anything. Instead, all that potential has laid dormant, creeping out in spurts to jazz up my research papers and boring classroom work.

This is it, release.

I am going to try to revert back to blogging and writing, journaling, painting, creating, and begin crawling out of the box. Perhaps I will find myself again and feel that awe and passion for life. I used to have an abundance of projects I could not wait to get started on, instead of humdrum days in front of the television for hours on end.

The future will be upon me and into the past before the blink of an eye, so why worry about it? These last twenty-four years have flown. My dreams of being a writer and artist, a dancer and actress, have fallen from my goals. It is time to reinstate them.