Here We Go.

People have always told me that my writing skills are exceptional. I've always wondered what drugs they were on, and how do I get some?

My weakness, of many, is that I never give myself credit for anything. Usually because I'm always down on myself for one thing or another. They say it goes away with age, but I'm going to be 30 this year, so I'm starting to think that's something adults tell children so they can feel better about life.

I tried doing a blog once before, but it never panned out. I become distracted easily, and it's only gotten worse as I've gotten older. But I'm taking the initiative to actually sit down and do it this time. Don't stop halfway through and leave people wondering why. I wouldn't do it on my YouTube Channel and I'm not going to do it again.

As I write this, I'm supposed to be working on a video for my channel; a narrative with pictures of a small diary post to a novel I've been working on since 2007. I'm hoping people like it, but I need to stop worrying about gaining acceptance, and just do what I love. Life is about passion, not acceptance.

Everyone in the house is asleep, it's currently 2:17am, my dog is on my bed pushing the bedding around, the cat is on the end curled up asleep, and my other hasn't put in an appearance. I forget sometimes just how much I love the night. It's quiet, peaceful, more relaxed and settled. I feel like a genius by 5am, just like Catherine Zeta Jones did that movie with Liam Neeson and Owen Wilson. I finally get it. Writers and artists know what it means to enjoy the night, to put all that calm and beauty into something, and then you feel accomplished come the morning, and you can sleep without worry of losing it all with the rising of the sun.

However, before I get lost in reverie, I have to get back to the video. I want to finish before 5am so I can take my medicine and lay down so it can work. I will elaborate on this later.