The Writer’s Dream

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lips to my head</p><p id="616f">It takes a long time to own the title of ‘writer’ and to use it as a label about yourself. When you do, it is often met with expectations by others, to be known, to be ‘successful’, and to live a life different to theirs. It’s easy to take on those expectations and make them your ambitions, but when was the last time you asked yourself to fill in the vision of your future with vivid colour, and the fullness of all your senses?</p><p id="2cd1">What would make me sigh with contentment at two o’clock on a Tuesday? What would bring a soft smile, like the touch of sunlight through a window after a storm?</p><p id="4e9e">The love we have for our partners can be just like the love we have for our chosen life, not wild, crazy and full of unpredictability, but quiet, steady and full of a rightness tha

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t is echoed deep within our bones. This is the life I choose.</p><p id="23fd">To find out more about me sign up to receive a weekly love letter into your inbox on Monday morning <a href="https://www.adeolasheehyaworldinwords.com/"><b>sign up here.</b></a></p><div id="6a7c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/about-me-adeola-sheehy-dca085e48fb7"> <div> <div> <h2>About Me — Adeola Sheehy</h2> <div><h3>The person controlling the pen</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*FTm7YM44zfwZzPZ0kQD4Jw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

What is it we truly seek?

What is the writing life I dream of? Is it one of world tours and infamy, unlimited funds and notoriety or is it much quieter than that steam curling in the air fingers gently caressing the keys of an old friend watching the wind and tree pull and push each other like siblings at play knowing that in an hour from now you will quietly enter warm touch on my shoulder to remind me to eat as love passes from your lips to my head

It takes a long time to own the title of ‘writer’ and to use it as a label about yourself. When you do, it is often met with expectations by others, to be known, to be ‘successful’, and to live a life different to theirs. It’s easy to take on those expectations and make them your ambitions, but when was the last time you asked yourself to fill in the vision of your future with vivid colour, and the fullness of all your senses?

What would make me sigh with contentment at two o’clock on a Tuesday? What would bring a soft smile, like the touch of sunlight through a window after a storm?

The love we have for our partners can be just like the love we have for our chosen life, not wild, crazy and full of unpredictability, but quiet, steady and full of a rightness that is echoed deep within our bones. This is the life I choose.

To find out more about me sign up to receive a weekly love letter into your inbox on Monday morning sign up here.