I finished proofing the story I wrote. it’s quite long, and though it took a great deal of time and tears, there’s a sense of relief in knowing these memories and dreams have now been tied to words. though I know nothing can bring me truly closer to the places and people I miss, it feels as though written words might at least make them less fleeting. 
it’s a strange inbetween at the moment. I doubt there’s much that can be done to help me realise where I’m meant to be. in the midst of the blurry path that lays before me I strive to count the blessings I still cherish. it helps make this all feel a little more important. I’m lucky, and I remind myself whenever I doubt it. one day I really hope to get over myself. <<
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