Thank you for all the love and encouragement regarding my last post! I woke up the next morning and had a moment. You know, like, a moment. It hit me that maybe, just maybe, I've discovered what I was made to do. It's that really deep, in-your-gut, no-doubt-about-it kind of feeling, where there's an overwhelming affirmation that YES, this is right. I am a writer. And I am so excited to continue learning what that means.
Seasons of life are interesting. I thought graduating halfway through my senior year was going to be a mistake. I thought I was going to miss out. I thought, I thought, I thought. Wanna know something? I'm really glad half the things I think should happen aren't the things that end up happening. Praise Jesus.
Unrelated: I feel like a kindergartener again, because I'm reading more than I have in a looooong time. Also, last Friday was the most perfect day. Alissa and I got coffee, then shared lunch at Baagan, then bought fancy lipstick, then picked up yummies at Trader Joe's, and you also must know we were blasting Macklemore in my truck, windows-down, the entire time. If I haven't already said how much I love the little things in life, that pretty much sums it up.
Another good example is how stupid-excited I was to wake up Saturday morning and drink coffee and read my new Real Simple.
Maybe one day I'll work for them... :)