Alright, come with me as we talk dreams, real talk. I also want to tell you about my writing journey and why sometimes I just freeze up and stop writing. Yaap, you heard me! Does this happen to you guys, when you get yourself staring out the window, lost in a daydream about the life you could have, only to crash back to reality with a heavy sigh? “Not yet,” you mutter under your breath. “I’m not ready. I don’t have the right tools, the right timing, the right anything.” Hehehe, that’s me most times! Stuck in that mental wheel, waiting for some big green light to chase what sets my soul blazing. But let me tell you about the days I kick that habit and say to myself, I am done waiting.” Buckle up Allen—it’s a wild ride!
See, there’s this thing that happens to me. Sometimes, I can be busy with a pen in hand, dreaming up stories of big wins, late-night hustle, and that sweet taste of making it. The next thing I know, I will be stuck, and staring at a blank page like it’s mocking me. Why? Because I am waiting; waiting for someone to tap me on the shoulder and say, “Allen, you are good enough now. Go shine.”
But the truth is nobody is coming with that permission slip. Life’s too busy, too loud, too messy to hand me a crown and say, “It’s your turn.” And honestly, I am tired of waiting. Of, those days, air thick, the sun’s beating down, and a cup of coffee gone cold. My notebook’s open, but the words are not flowing. I’m thinking about this dream like a song I can hear but can’t sing yet. A book, a hustle, a voice that screams, “Yap I am here!” Then it hits me: Why am I acting like I need a VIP pass to start? The doubt in my head? The clock ticking?
Those are the days I snap out of it. I grab my pen like it’s a lifeline and scribble whatever is burning in me. Sometimes its fire—words that dance and shout. Sometimes it’s a mess—sentences tripping over each other like my little Jaden learning to walk. But it’s mine, you feel me? I stop caring if it’s perfect or if the world will clap. I write about the grind, the nights I doubt myself, the dreams so big they scare me. Alas that moment the mental wheel stops? It’s not spinning anymore; I am now running the show.
So, what’s your dream? That thing you keep pushing to “someday” because you think you are no ready now? Quit that game today my dear. You don’t need the stars to line up or the bank to stack up. Grab whatever you’ve got—pen, hustle, heart—and start. Me, I’m done waiting for the green light. Some days I still freeze, yaap, but the days I don’t? Those are the days I dream big, loud, and unapologetic.
Come with me, let’s stop waiting. The world’s out there and it’s ours to take. What you say?
