The Thing About Birthdays

I turn 24 on Friday. TWENTY. FOUR. The oldest I’ve ever been, clearly. But this is the first birthday where I’ve actually felt older. This is mid-twenties, people!

Every year around my birthday, I evaluate everything I’ve done and everything I want to do and make myself feel bad about stuff. I should have traveled more by now! I should have saved more money by now! I should own a car by now! I should have finished my manuscript and have an agent by now! I mean, I’ve been out of college for two years. I should have something to show for it by now!

Lots of should-haves. It’s so easy to forget the things that I’ve already accomplished, though. Because to be honest, I’M MAKING IT! I am living on my own in a new city with an awesome job paying my bills on time trying new things writing a novel doing what I want when I want and all with a loving family and an amazing dude to boot. Things are really, really good. And I have a lot to look forward to. I really feel like if I stay on this track and take risks when I can, things will work out the way I want. And that’s a pretty amazing feeling.

I’m not sure if the image below is entirely true, but it offers me a lot of perspective (and relief!) when I’m feeling behind. There’s a lot of life to live, and a lot of shit to create. I’m up to my eyeballs in ideas and words and thoughts and dreams and I feel so lucky that I can embrace them and share them and make them a reality.

At 23, JK Rowling was broke. Tina Fey was working at the Y.M.C.A. Oprah had just gotten fired from her first job as a TV reporter and Walt Disney had declared bankruptcy. - Google Search:

I have a lot of cool things cooking, and I am so excited. For everything! 24 is going to be a good year.

The Dawn of a New(ish) Blog & The Perils of Starting Over

As all of my loyal readers (my Mom) know, I really like to start things over. I would much rather trash it all and start fresh. That goes for anything! Botched recipes, half-finished books, boring wardrobes, and especially blogs. It’s a bad habit that I have never been able to kick.

HOWEVER I am now in a situation where I cannot UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES start over. I am more than halfway finished with my manuscript, with tens of thousands of words under my belt. It’s an amazing feeling! It’s also slightly terrifying. I’ll run into a plot hole, an undeveloped character, or even briefly fantasize about changing the direction of the story, and I panic. I look at the stack of pages on my kitchen table and want to throw them all away. What is wrong with me?!

But I am committed to this WIP (work in progress from here on out) and I will not give up on it. Sure, I’ll revise, edit, and rewrite my heart out. But I will not start over.

I re-started this blog as a companion to my WIP. I’m already pretty deep, but I thought it would be fun to post about my process and progress. Like a writing diary! Except less gushing about cute boys and more discussion on grammar. Haha, yeah right. Liam Hemsworth posted a selfie on Instagram last Friday that I’m still not quite over. And I sent an email with the incorrect use of “their” today.

I have no idea how this blog is going to go. I’m not sure how often I’ll write or how long the posts will be or what I’ll really talk about. If you have suggestions, please tell me because I am floundering here and wondering if this post is too long or if I should go into detail about this mole I have on my back or whatever.