adventure awaits pt. 2

I am just days away from what could quite possibly be the biggest change of my 20s so far. The whole of it put the brakes on my editing process, but seeing that the hard part is about to be over I will be able to continue with my book writing at breakneck pace and I can’t wait. 

Your 20s are about finding yourself and taking adventures right? Well I do believe I’ve taken that to heart more than I ever expected to. I think I expected to be a grandma, little old lady like with my knitting at home for years to come, till something came out of the woodwork to force me into an adventure. I didn’t expect to choose it for myself. But here I am, and what a wonderful adventure it will be.  


None of this changes the blog or the dream in writing books, if anything it will probably help it along. 


So if you’ve been following along with the not so subtle puzzle pieces here’s another, I’ll be somewhere different for next weeks post. Hilariously, I have no idea what I’m gonna write about, but isn’t that part of the fun. 


I won’t lie, the process of starting this adventure has been exhausting and a long time coming. I can’t even begin to imagine how much it may change my life. I’m excited to see the light at the end of the tunnel, that the first and harder part of this will finally be over. Feel like I’ve been living in limbo for years, but not anymore and somehow it feels just as scary. But we do something bold everyday by just daring to breath, so I think I’ll hold my head high. I think perhaps I earned the right. Just this once. 


This one is for the dreams, because isn’t everything I write, and for the ones still waiting on their miracle, on their waiting to pay off, its about to. I can’t say when or how but I know it to be true. The waiting will run out and when that day comes you better be ready to dance, because there will be music and celebrating to be done. So be ready, and don’t forget to polish your dancing shoes. 

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