I’m currently sitting in a local coffee shop in my home town, finishing the outline for my second short story for publication. It’s the kind of July day that makes you believe in Octobers again. Soon, an old friend of mine will be meeting me for tea and, inevitably, the philosophical discussions we usually get into.
My life did not exactly take the direction I always thought it would. I’ve made a ton of mistakes along the way. I’ve disappointed myself and others, but I’ve made the choice to forgive myself and move forward. I’ve invested time, energy, and love into myself. I can move on, confident in my convictions.
I may not be where I always wanted to be, but I’m headed in the direction of where I need to be. There is something wonderfully comforting about that.