DAY 207: MONDAYS WITH MOLLY - JUST A LITTLE QUALITY TIME WITH THE WRITER
Monday, July 19, 2010 at 12:53PM 
The apartment is a mess. My glasses are sliding down the greasy brim of my nose, and I know that in just a few moments inspiration will strike and words will come pouring out of me. Until then, I am nervous. Closed. Afraid to write for fear that it will not be good enough.
But in these moments, there is space for one glorious thing. Silence. After eight months of mice, there is finally evidence that we are rodent free. And with the freeing of our pest problem, comes the space to actually live in the moment. To turn the television off. To write and just be silent in our condo. So with one dream fulfilled, I am taking it as a sign that we have now entered the real writing phase of this show.
Incredibly, it is not a momentous time of year. Not the dawn of spring, or the emerging of fall. Just the middle of the summer. A summer where nearly one year ago I left my job in politics with no plan other than to write a book, and make more a better life for myself than I believed possible under the thumb of the political “man.”
I had an unsubstantiated belief in my own talent. Why give away all this time, only to deal with the trials the workplace? Disrespectful bosses. Lackluster peers. Long commutes. At the dawn of age thirty, I could not bring myself to face a life based on survival. And I truly believe it is at this moment, when you begin to see the years of struggle ahead of you, until death or retirement, it is at this moment that you become an adult. And you feel anger. Followed by exhaustion. Followed by defeat. So in my attempt to resist what is the American inevitable – a slow death and taxes, I quit my job in the hapless pursuit of freedom. Forging my own pioneer trail, here in Washington, D.C.
With more to come, I remain truly yours, Milagros
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