I am 23 today, another year older, no more closer to my goals.
Well, that’s not exactly true; I’ve managed to self publish a set of short stories, write more than I usually do, and have quite a few people following me on various social outlets. It’s been a decent few months and I can’t complain. Lifes pretty good at the moment, I’ve got a healthy happy child, a husband who loves me and a clearer vision of the future I want for myself.
I think I’ll go get myself a small cake and just sit around watching some shows with the family 🙂