Hey everyone! Here's part 5, I hope that you are enjoying this series so far. :) And as always, thank you for your continued support to Seoul Daydreamer!
Much love and keep dreaming,
Momo
When Marisa took my hand told me that I was “special,” I couldn’t help but think it over and over again in my head for the next few days. On some days, I kept daydreaming about seeing her again and wanted to visit her again, while other days I told myself that I was rushing things and needed to think things over. So, because of my indecisiveness, I told myself that I needed to take a moment to pull myself together and focus on school and my work.
After school today, I took out my computer and began to check up on this blog I started a few years ago. With a spark of inspiration, I had poured out my heart in the short stories and blogs I wrote. Looking back, I smiled at all of the old memories and cringed at a few of my grammatical errors and crazy ideas. I remembered how special it was to me then, and decided that it was time to welcome myself back into the blogging life….
Starting with a story every week and a heart-to-heart rambling every now and then, my blog was back in business. Not knowing if anyone had been reading it, or if someone was able to smile because of it, I continued to write. I would have to admit, a writer’s life isn’t always easy. Inspiration doesn’t always come in a snap of the finger, and it isn’t always to motivate myself when the “real world” outside can seem so draining with society and everyday school life. Sometimes, a simple look at the star-lit sky outside at night is all that I need to get back into my writing mode, but other times, it takes an anime convention or even a trip somewhere to spark an idea. So, with a bit of frustration and disappointment because I wasn’t able to finish a story, I laid back in bed and let the music ringing in my ears bring back a little bit of joy back into my life.
The next morning, I woke up looking at the mess I was in the mirror. Dark circles told me that I probably should’ve slept earlier instead of trying to finish a blog post and a bad case of bed head reminded me that I should put a bit more effort into making my hair look a bit more acceptable. But, despite the fact that I looked a bit under the weather and tired, I started the day with a big smile and of course, on a day like this, a new idea.
I played the idea over and over again in my head on my way to school. What if, I shared a story with someone? What if, someone like Marisa would want to help me write a story? It would be crazy to suddenly ask the question when I don’t really know her, so I thought of gathering my courage to talk to her today because for some reason, she seems like she would be the perfect person for the job ….But how would I approach her? What happens if she thinks that I am crazy?
