2 years. It seems like yesterday, but it’s been two years of trying to figure out who I am as a writer. 731 days of figuring out “what I want to do with the rest of my life.”
This morning brought a clarity I haven’t really had before. I have come to terms with the “faults” I have found in myself and the way I look at others.
My blog content will be radically changing over the next few months. It goes beyond a “midlife crisis.” Every day is truly the first day of the rest of my life.