Is it real, Am I really twenty-six years old today? I was in high school when I first started consistently writing in a private journal. Sometimes, I wrote two times a day. I stayed awake past 1AM, listening to my computer keyboard tapping along with my thoughts, while everyone in the house was soundly sleeping. I had desires to begin a blog, but my teenage self esteem kept me from pursuing it.
I was at a writers block for my birthday post, and then, I thought of it. I have my grandma to thank, for stepping up the ladder, into her unbearably hot attic, to retrieve my bright green spiral notebook that reads, Life, Hope, and The Long Journey Ahead. These words were taken from one of my favorite novels, A Walk to Remember, by Nicholas Sparks. I paged through entry after entry and finally decided on the perfect post for today. Maybe you’ll find yourself smiling as much as I did.