March journal prompt challenge: accepted

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My lifelong dream as a child was to be a writer. I filled copybooks with stories that tumbled out of my busy and youthful head, detailed with random characters and fantastical events. I grew older and realised it was these busy and youthful minds I actually wanted to sculpt instead. I began this blog during my years in teacher-training college as a way of keeping that inner fire burning, and also as a creative means of blowing off steam about the world in which we live. I feel guilty for not frequenting this platform enough, however, and wonder at what is holding me back - lack of original ideas, time constraints, fear of being evaluated...
Yesterday, I decided I would undertake a challenge for March - a journal prompt challenge. I want to write more, to fuel that childhood passion, to stay in touch with who I am as a person, and it occurred me this evening, as I typed my entry for March 1st into Microsoft Word, that I could kill two proverbial birds with the one stone and journal here on this public platform.
Prepare for an onslaught of me.
And it being my birth month and all.
*devil emoji*

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