It was but a dream…

I had the strangest dream last night. It was heart-racing and romantic at the same time and I remember a good chunk of it which makes it all the more worthwhile.

Lately, I’ve been working on a few different projects at the same time. Needless to say, my mind is a bit frazzled and overstuffed with the usual weirdness that needs to spill out. I think a few of my story ideas meshed together while I slept to create a large masterpiece of a chaotic disaster. My mind took bits of Eternity mixed it with chunks of a science-fiction novel I don’t have titled yet and also threw in a dash of my young adult trilogy, The Human Race.

I don’t exactly know why my mind opted for this random array of my writings, but I’m not complaining. Despite the randomness of my dream, it inspired me to change up my science-fiction novel that I’ve been working on for the last two years. I think I might finally have the perfect storyline that will add the perfect amount of suspense to my characters’ lives.

Dreams are definitely a point of inspiration for many writers and I am proud to be one of them. I’m just glad I can remember them most of the time.

What if? Ha! I’m thinking what now.

Life is full of what ifs. What if I don’t make the team? What if my hair looks horrible today? What if he doesn’t like me? What if she doesn’t give me the answer I’m looking for? There are so many what if questions out there, but only one that I believe we should really be asking ourselves. What if we take all of our what ifs, put them in a shoe box, shove them under the bed, and forget all about them?

We don’t have a lot of time on this planet and I don’t think we should spend it constantly asking ourselves what if. We could focus not on the what ifs, but instead on the what nows. Like, what do I do now, instead of what could I have done if. You’ll never know what could have happened IF you would have done something a certain way instead of the way you chose. Your mind would go through millions of different outcomes and you’d always find yourself wondering if things would have turned out better or worse if you had made one simple, little change.

Well, I’m done with the what ifs. I’m tired of trying to figure out what life would be life if things had turned out differently. Before I self-published my book, I constantly asked myself “What if I fail at this? What if no one likes what I wrote? What if I get a million bad reviews?” I don’t need to worry about that crap and I’m not going to be one of those people who dwells on stuff like that.

Who cares what could have happened. The only thing that truly matters is what happens now. If we spent more time on that, we’d have no room left to wonder what if.