I lived my own renditions of these stories molding my interests and desires into existence on a small patch of grass neighboring the edge of a vast and endless valley tipped at the edge of a forest; inviting yet scary.
May you reflect and remember the lessons you may have learned from before while appreciating the ahead to come.
Before I begin, I wanted to say this is the longest post I've ever created and I'm really proud of it.
Sometimes my mind can't help but swirl, and I just fall.
So without further preamble, I give you this special post. What writing means to you: A collaboration.
This is a farewell post, a brief memento to myself as I try and process all my thoughts and emotions. How do you say goodbye to a place that has given you so much?
Literature is wide and different, it's quirky and beautiful, scary and romantic and it's waiting for each and every one of you. All you need to do is try.
Hi, I'm Shelly!
Swirling gently upon your lips, the tides are turning;
Me: Acceptance and reflection, this a space of nothing, but it is mine to understand. I do not fear myself. I fear not recognizing the way I exist. Time is one thing on my side and in this, I know how to remember. I know how to accept and I am learning how to reflect.