Proclamations & Confessions

I was looking over my insane list of goals from last year and realized I accomplished more than I thought. Even though my world went to hell towards the end of October, I did pretty damn good. Besides finishing a few activities I had my eye on, I wrote 35 product reviews and read 52 books. I'm also proud to say that I stepped out of my comfort zone by participating and interacting more here. I know I'm not the only person who feels self-conscious, but I feel like I'm constantly being judged. Not here though. After 18 years here, I'm not quite as shy and have a little more confidence. Not as much as I would like, but enough to say that I'll never stop learning to improve my writing. Yeah, it's not the best. Some of it downright sucks. I'll never have a career in the literary world, but that's okay. Most likely, the grand publishing world would have eaten me alive.

Lately, I feel like I don't have a purpose. Somewhere in my past, I got caught up in taking care of those around me and forgot to tend to my own garden of dreams. It scares me to think that Ravyn will be out of the house in a few years. What am I going to do? I envy those parents that have a plan for life after high school. All I know is that although I won't be a librarian, I'll still be reading all the books I can afford, dabbling in whatever creative outlet I trip over, and enjoying doing nerdy research for no reason. For no pay. But that's okay for now.