👁‍🗨 The beginning

 "Write whatever you want."

Where to start? Well, let me begin by telling you about one of my deepest dreams. I want to write a novel in my third language.

    First things first, my first thoughts about writing something meaningful to my life came by in mid-2018. The main intention at first was to do it in Spanish. I had finished a great project with several buddies, and we were ready to start with something new; actually, that "something" ended up being the University. However, after a couple of months, I discovered that University was not the experience I was looking for, so I gave up college and decided to study by myself. 

    I was pretty excited to show myself that I can write a book. This text was something I have always wanted to accomplish. But at the same time, I was learning this new language and had this desire to do it in English—not in French—which (in my perspective) is quite challenging and demanding. That's why I got into this personal "500WordChallenge".

    In early July 2018, I wrote a draft paper in my notebook. That was the beginning of —what I thought it would be— a great story. I got engaged in writing a unique book, in which I was going to describe my running experience throughout that year and make it inspiring. The same year, I participated in a national robotics competition, a triathlon, and a half marathon race. I did great in all activities, which made my ego shot up to the clouds. I did not get it at first, but after three months, I found out I was showing off everything I was doing.

    I don't quite understand what happened next. I know I got involved in many other projects, but I noticed I left most of them unconcluded after a while. Next, I chose to tell a cousin about my idea and what I wanted to accomplish in the subsequent months. This step meant a lot to me because I had made the decision not to tell anyone, but then Xanery was the chosen one. She had had a baby a couple of months after starting my book, so I told her to be my observer and push me to finish it. In the beginning, her behavior was insulting; however, she told me she wanted me to be as committed and driven as I was before finishing HighSchool, and then, I understood. As a result, my book project started naming Emma. On behalf of my cousin's first girl.

    As you can imagine, I did well the following weeks, page after page, chapter after chapter. I was inspiring me with my own story, which was extremely funny.

    But then, in a hot, humid morning in November, I moved to Mexico City. I was hired for the federal government and needed to change every dream I had overnight. As you heard it, I stopped everything. I stopped writing and dreaming. I had changed my whole lifestyle and had quit my dream in a matter of hours without even knowing, and the worst part of it was that I didn't care.

Onward...