For me, writing is like a gift all wrapped up in a beautiful little box and tied with a gigantic frilly bow that I’ve been waiting to unwrap my entire life.
The truth is most of our lives are lived in the ordinary moments every single day with the people standing right beside us.
Nobody told me I'd want to fast-forward, pause, and rewind all within the span of about three hours.
Why do we hold ourselves to ridiculous standards and perfect expectations?
Can we just start celebrating our progress and stop expecting perfection???
My point is, it's never too late. That thing you've always wanted to do? It matters.