Europe, My Love…

1120c225bef3d92a66a30a48945cbcc6.jpgRudesheim, Germany- Photo by Tio Ceho on the Fivehundredpx/Jose Plaza Photography

It is pictures like these that remind me that I am meant to live in Europe. How do I know it? I can just feel it. Whenever I see a photograph, hear a song, catch a phrase in a foreign language, my heart starts to beat faster. It is a dream so strong and so precious, that it physically hurts to not be living it. I lose myself in the possibility that, perhaps, this could become my reality.
So what do I do? I come back down to Earth, adjust my bearings, and fall in love and in purpose with Europe all over again.  I formulate my plan.
Now if that isn’t a sign then what is?
I don’t know when or where or how I am going to get there…but I will get there. One day. Some day. Soon.
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When Dreams Come True

Hello everyone! For those of you like me, still struggling to pursue your dream job or ideal life, I thought I’d share this truly inspiring post from this amazingly entertaining blog Adulthood..If I Must. It’s such a great story! Check it out! And thank you to J-Bo for sharing this experience, congratulations!

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There is something big I haven’t told you.

I told you how I almost missed my flight to Curacao because of a spicy chicken sandwich, but I didn’t tell you about the possibly life-changing thing that happened to me at the airport on the way home.

First, some backstory.

Last July, I wrote a post about how I was giving up on finding a literary agent to represent my manuscript. I had come to terms with the fact that my first book simply would not be published, at least not anytime soon, and I was moving on.

Well, maybe I lied. I guess it wasn’t quite over for me yet. Persistence is the only difference between a published writer and an unpublished one, as they say.

Two things happened to me the third week of August. The first is that I was listening to the John Tesh radio show…

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