Word of the Week #411:
Over the past few weeks, an old but still too familiar feeling has been rising through my body.
I didn’t expect to feel this way. I thought I had seen the futility in my desire and had outgrown my childhood—and decidedly childish—dream, but apparently not. I guess we are who we are and want what we want, right?
Over time, I have grown hesitant to say these four words. There were days—or months or even years—when it no longer felt true, as life kept taking me further and further away from that truth.
But that’s what it is, after all—the truth. And I like when it is thrown into my face as the unmissable reminder that I do tend to need.
Let me say it once again.
I am a writer.
I want to write again.
What’s the worst that could happen, right?
Let’s go!
