I want to take some time to reflect on this year. It wasn’t always easy. I had bad days. But I’m in a better place now.
I’m content. I’ve been fortunate enough to do what I love. I fought and still fight to protect my time.
I’ve experienced a lot of things I didn’t think I would. Some good, some bad. Some downright awful. But I’m still standing.
I went from going through the worst to the best period of my life. And I owe a lot of that to a very special person. Make no mistake, I’ll still single. But a complete stranger changed my life for the better.
Little by little, my perspective has expanded and evolved. I’m not perfect, but I don’t need to be. I’ve done so much, and I am ready to do more.
Even though I’m grateful for all the big events, I’m equally thankful for all the small tasks. I’ve been able to get back a lot of what I lost. There’s still a lot for me to live for.
I’m alive. I feel alive. My smile has reached my eyes, not just once or twice but countless times.
That said, recovery is a long road. In some ways, I’m still recovering. That’s okay. I’ve been able to share this journey with some incredible individuals. So thank you.
Stories are special because we’re able to share our lived experiences with others.
If people want to tell their story, they will. Listen because you never know what you might learn.
Almost any experience can be a story. It’s all a matter of perspective.
Humans are storytellers. But storytelling is an art in and of itself. So tell the story you’re meant to tell. Tell it the only way you know how.
You’re different from everybody who came before you. Embrace your differences.
Write the book you want to read. Don’t write someone else’s story.
In honour of turning two decades old later this month, here are twenty reasons why I'm still a writer.
- I love writing with all my hollow heart.
- I'm not horrible with words.
- I am terrible with numbers.
- Stories have changed my life for better or worse.
- I'll face the blank page over boredom any day of the year.
- Being published is better than not being published.
- Real people aren't as cool as fictional ones.
- Every day is an emotional roller coaster I'm never ready for.
- Other writers keep me from going insane.
- Therapy is expensive.
- I can write alone, by myself, on my own.
- I've learned more from writing books than reading textbooks.
- It's fun to inflict pain on fictional characters.
- I enjoy the suffering of others.
- I can relive experiences as many times as I want.
- Writing provides me some much needed perspective.
- I don't want to talk to people.
- People interrupt me on the rare occasion I do open my mouth to say something.
- Writing makes me happier than anything else in this world.
Why do you write?
Will it matter in 5 days, 5 months, 5 years?
If it doesn’t, then there’s no reason to worry about it for more than 5 seconds.
Can you tell I needed to write this for myself?
University does that to you.
If you’re curious, I was worrying about a quiz before, during, and after. Because worry is all I know how to do.
If only I wrote as much as I worried…