I missed my post last week and didn’t even realize until Sunday.
WHY is that?
Because I’ve been keeping myself busy. And starting to take myself seriously as a WRITER and a reader.
I’ve always considered myself “somewhat” of a writer. But these last few months I’ve realized that’s what I am. A writer!
I know I’ve briefly talked about this before, so I apologize if this is just old news.
To me it’s just good news. Good news that is helping me rewrite, come up with ideas, and take my work more seriously.
For a while {a long long long while} I had this big concern that I was going to be single for the rest of my life. That my heart was never going to mend. And I was going to die a lonely girl.
Now I don’t even care about that sort of thing.
I don’t want to have boyfriends, I don’t want to go out and party all the time {anymore. Thank God.}, I just want to finish my book, and eventually publish. Then after I’ve done that, I can worry about all the other stuff. {Or maybe I won’t worry about the other stuff . . . I don’t know}
Maybe I’m not making sense. But that’s okay.
These last few months have been hard for me {family drama, roommate drama, job drama etcdramadrama} but they’ve also been good for my brain. And attitude. I feel more positive than I have in a long time.
And I’m just happy.
Writing makes me happy. {And the gym. I love the gym!}
And being happy is good.
😀
Throwing Up Words 