Magic

Do you believe in magic?
I will honestly say that I didn't, until this weekend.
No, nothing absolutely spectacular or out of this world happened, but I had the best weekend ever.
Literally.
It all started Friday afternoon in Anthropology. Instead of listening to my professor (like I should've), I started doodling little keys on the margins of my notes.
That reminded me a certain little key that I gave to Jacob at the beginning of the summer.
It occured to me, there, in the middle of Anthropology, that Jacob didn't deserve the key. He never had.
I decided that I wanted it back.
Once I made that decision, everything else sort of fell into place.
I woke up Saturday feeling well rested, and absolutely happy.
My friend Kayla introduced me to Bo Burnham, who has quickly become my favorite comedian (sorry Sam, I know you hate him). I will say that his stuff is extremely catchy and I've been singing "Oh Bo" all weekend.
However, that isn't what made my weekend phenomenal.
Somewhere between the football field and my dorm, I was struck by how beautiful Tech's campus is.
Okay, maybe not the whole campus, but definitely the courtyard between Caraway, Crabaugh, Tomlinson, and Hull.
My dorm room is in Caraway Hall, one of the oldest, and prettiest, buildings on campus. One side faces Arkansas Avenue, and the other faces into campus. If you look at it just right, it almost looks like a building from the early 1700s, or even something from a horror film.
I suppose that's fitting, considering it's supposed to be haunted.
Anyway, while I was walking back to my dorm last night, I started thinking about the book I've been trying to write for a year now.
Then, suddenly...INSPIRATION.
It was like magic. I wrote an entire chapter in two hours last night, and I still don't have writer's block.
I woke up this morning, and pretty much picked up right where I left off when I went to sleep.
I spent the majority of my day dancing around my room like an idiot, singing along to "Oh Bo" and other songs on youtube.
It didn't take very long to realize that I want to be a writer.
I want to write books, and have them published all over the world.
It's kind of thrilling to think about.
I know that I have talent when it comes to writing, but I don't know just how well a book written by me would turn out. I'm so excited though!
I feel like I'm headed in the right direction with my life now.
Now that I've taken possession of my heart again, I feel like I can do anything, be anyone that I want too be. I can't really say how ecstatic that makes me.
I will say that it's magical though.
I feel like I've rediscovered the real me, someone that I've really missed.
I'm not just a broke college kid who can't really support her music addiction.
I'm a writer, a blogger.
I'm a singer, a dancer.
I'm a realist, but I'm also a dreamer.
I'm a lover, a laugher.
I'm a magical human being, and it's about freakin' time I realized this.
Hello world, look out. I'm on my way :)