It's 2:37 a.m. as I begin to write this post, the first in a long while. I have not written in months. I spent the previous 24 hours organizing my craft supplies. That was a monstrous undertaking. I make many trips to Hobby Lobby, so my room sort of looks like one.
My sudden inspiration? Well, it's the thing that ignites that feeling of accomplishment in a writer. Every small step and achievement counts so much. As I've mentioned many times before, I post on a site called SixWordMemoirs by SMITH Magazine and the talented Larry Smith. I've been on a hiatus there lately, moping through life only focusing on the things that make me miserable. And in my own defense, those things are aplenty right now. I decided to post a memoir to honor the new year, and it was chosen as memoir of the day, a spotlight on the site that isn't easy to obtain. So my memoir kicks off 2019 for this community of wonderful, witty people, many of which I call friends. I feel honored, delighted, and I can't help but hope this is a sign of great things to come this year. All I know is that I am surely going to put my best foot forward and the worst of the last few years behind me.
Cheers to success on day one of 2019. That means there are 364 more chances to do the same.
Happy new year, all!