Today is my 25th birthday. To some out there, I am young. To some young whippersnappers, I am ancient. I just feel like me, and somewhat happy to be slowly reaching my real age… I think I’ll find the right fit when I’m about 75. 🙂
I had a post written to put up today (“New Years and Birthdays and Life, Oh My!”), another whining, rambling, “woe is me” post about my inability to write.
But when I reached today, I felt a sense of hope. I’ve had moments of doubt today, but I also feel a sense of the future being open and possible. I don’t know what will happen with my life and my writing, but I’m not ready to give up yet.
So because my pre-written post is a little too negative for my mood today, I don’t have much to say–other than that I’m still here and I plan to post more soon.
Keep writing! 🙂