I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. I look at my birthday as my new year: new age- new time to be grateful for living.
I have no resolutions for 2020. I do, however, find a desire to regroup my thinking.
For the last few years, I’ve had a moderate interest and even a hint at success in different writing circles.
I desire to do more professionally.
Not in the way of more podcasts, artistic endeavors, but with my writing.
It’s hard to admit it because I feel braver than I have in years, but I believe I shouldn’t have to give myself away freely just in the hopes that people will like my stories more.
I have always been a huge advocate for doing things for exposure because it worked for me. I have developed relationships, lifetime friendships with people in the horror community.
I have had amazing teachers, even if they had no clue they were teaching me. They have changed my life.
So looking at New Years, I see it not as a restart or a new beginning. I’ll never stop sharing my stories just because I want a paycheck (let’s face it I’d love one!) I will be more selective about where and how I post my work because I think I’m worth it.
I couldn’t have become who I am without you all, supporters, readers, spirit guides, teachers, friends, and I can never thank at least one of you more than you will ever see. If he hadn’t been narrating stories himself, I don’t think I would have cared enough to get my ass in gear and try.
I believe things happen for a reason. Call it the butterfly effect, fate, or intuition. I’ve never made my spiritual beliefs a secret, and in that, you can see a bit of what keeps me grounded.
It’s good to believe in something even if that something is yourself and your abilities.
So thank you for helping light my path.
This is my graduation day.