My twenties came to a close with bittersweet fervor this past 7/7.
I spent the night before drinking wine and watching Nicholas Sparks' The Best of Me, much to Kyle's dismay (he was a good sport about it though), and I couldn't help but feel like I was watching The Notebook all over again, ten years later.
It's eyeopening to realize the methodically predictable extent to which these well-known authors craft their next bestseller. I'm not knocking it in the least, but I do share this observation to call out that simplicity ultimately wins. I'm now 30 years old, and I'm still sitting on a number of different books that I began writing and never finished. I'm hard on myself. I overthink things and I get easily distracted and discouraged, which turns me off from a project. Then I sulk about my seeming inability to accomplish a personal achievement and I self-deprecate.
But as the clock ticked to midnight on my birthday, I was filled with this incredibly calm and accepting feeling of empowerment and appreciation. And I've been elated ever since. It was the end of a very special and beloved decade, and the welcoming of something new and full of hope, and I'm completely overcome with inspiration and relentless determination to make my dreams come true.
This past week, I've been working tirelessly on a novel of which I hit the 20,000-word milestone. I've hit this marker before with one of my other creations, so it's important for me to maintain my momentum and hold myself accountable for getting this done. Between work and relationships and finding time to read and learn from other writers, it's absurdly difficult to keep everything on the intended path, but I think I've finally gotten a rhythm down to help accomplish all of my goals, and I think RWR will help make it all happen.
I'm so excited to share my journey with you, the good and the inevitably bad. My third decade on this earth will be an awesome one. You can bet on that.