DAY 365: A Grand Finale

Yup, I did it. I wrote every day for a year straight. No, it wasn’t always easy, but at times I really surprised myself, and honestly it taught me how much can change in a year. I thought that potential might lie beneath the concrete, and that breaking through the immense weight might not be possible. I told myself, at a time some thought was far too late, that I wanted to be a writer, but I still committed entirely. There were serious ups and downs. Times where I thought I would just never get a break, or that this just wasn’t the universe’s plan for me, but, through it all, I held on to the knowledge that our minds are our strongest tools. Thought, understanding, and learning do us all good, and with a little nudge, that potential we all have can find the single crack in that concrete and break through, exposing a hardened, yet delicate, rose. Corny analogy? Of course. But what would a sentimental, “I’m a writer now, momma,“ discussion be without one of those.