I Actually Like Being Alone. I Spend

Ditch The Dream And Be A Doer.

Maybe You Know Exactly What It Is You Dream Of Being, Or Maybe You're Paralyzed Because You Have No Idea What Your Passion Is. The Truth Is, It Doesn't Matter. You Don't Have To Know. You Just Have To Keep Moving Forward. You Just Have To Keep Doing Something, Seizing The Next Opportunity, Staying Open To Trying Something New.

I Don't Know If Anyone Has Noticed But I Only Ever Write About One Thing: Being Alone. The Fear Of Being Alone, The Desire To Not Be Alone, The Attempts We Make To Find Our Person, To Keep Our Person, To Convince Our Person To Not Leave Us Alone, The Joy Of Being With Our Person And Thus No Longer Alone, The Devastation Of Being Left Alone. The Need To Hear The Words: You Are Not Alone.

I Want My Daughters To See Me And Know Me As A Woman Who Works. I Want That Example Set For Them... I Am A Better Mother For It. The Woman I Am Because I Get To Run Shondaland, Because I Get Write All Day, Because I Get To Spend My Days Making Things Up, That Woman Is A Better Person - And A Better Mother. Because That Woman Is Happy. That Woman Is Fulfilled. That Woman Is Whole. I Wouldn't Want Them To Know The Me Who Didn't Get To Do This All Day Long. I Wouldn't Want Them To Know The Me Who Wasn't Doing.

Whenever You See Me Somewhere Succeeding In One Area Of My Life, That Almost Certainly Means I Am Failing In Another Area Of My Life.