There were days when I couldn’t wait to come home and write. When all of this was shiny and brand new. When I didn’t know who was out there or whether anybody would even listen. When it didn’t matter.
Those days, when I first started wearing my heart on my sleeve. Eight years ago, those days.
I gave birth to a writing project, my first web site, and it changed my life.
And now, here I am, thrilled with everything that has happened to me since then, the places I’ve gone, the people I’ve met, the big life moments I have experienced. The kind of stuff I would have rushed home to tell you all about, except I’m still in it.