A lot has happened in the past year. I graduated, I got promoted, I learned how to market myself, I learned pranic healing from a master, I painted miniatures, I watched shows, I listened to audiobooks (although far fewer while I was in school), I went to Star Cruiser, and I lived my 30th year.
During this year, I have been told multiple times that I should write a book. Quite frankly, I do not see how I can. I might be good with words, but I am not sure how I can be captivating enough for a book. Either way, it keeps coming back. Now in the form of a newcomer into my life. A person who speaks words that unlock parts of me that are ready to come to the surface. He appears to be a future version of myself, wiser by the pursuit of knowledge, and comfortable with the fact that the universe is a weird mystery. He and I spend many hours talking, yet he continues to suggest that I need to write down my story and allow others to join me on my journey. So, maybe this is a way for me to build my writing skills. After all, there was a reason why I started this blog, to begin with, even if it hasn’t gone further than just a few intimate people. So let’s find our way back and start again. Let’s see where this journey takes us.
