original draft post from 2018:

i cannot believe 2018 is almost ever. we shouldn’t even be in 2018. it feels like we should still be in 1999 and freaking out over y2k.

flash forward to 2019:

I’m a few months away from turning the #patrickewing number age, 33. Time flies so fast, as cliché as it seems, it’s so true.

Twenty years ago I was in my grandmother’s kitchen complaining about homework. My grandmother looked at me and distinctly said, “Enjoy your youth because time is going by fast and will get faster as you get older. Enjoy having homework and going to school.”

What my grandmother said is as true now as ever. It’s been nearly 10 years since I graduated college and I’m ready for new beginnings.

Truth be told, my mind was in a big sigh, a big cloud of insecurity. I spent so much time wanting the marriage, the perfect nuclear family, that I let many opportunities pass and I spent years with someone who was not right for me.

I was discouraged for a very long time, but I read somewhere that if I want to achieve my goals, there will never be a time limit. Writing and Creating have always been in my heart and I know that it’s my life’s calling. I continuously hung up the phone, but not anymore- that’s done with. 

It’s so easy to see the things that I haven’t accomplished, that I overlook the great things that’s happened:

1. I got my BA in Creative Writing- I got my degree studying what I truly love.
2. I left a job that was completely toxic after nearly a decade there.
3. I’m working in an industry that I love and have met great people.
4. I distanced myself from toxic people, including family, who are a trigger for my anxiety.

I’m hoping that by telling you all the good things that have happened, that it’s an inspiration. It’s hard to be hopeful at times, especially when it seems like things will never get better.

It’s been such a long time since I posted here, but I thank everyone who has been supportive and views my blog.