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.
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?
Hi, I'm Shelly!
I'm floating a lot these days. Sipping my way through caramel delights, wafting along the rich aromas of grounded darkness.
But I don't regret. I have seen things that most will never experience.
Don't figure out what you want to be or what you want to do. Start smaller. Start with the simple things.
I miss most the people who can recognize boa constrictors eating elephants, from hats.