What have I learned?
I’ve never been one of those writers who stares at a blank page and doesn’t know what to write. Even if I didn’t have a plan, a plot, or so much as a character in mind to write about, I could go on and on, creating rampages and mysteries and banter until I fell asleep or someone waved a chocolate in front of my face.
Funny. I’ve been staring at this blank page for hours.
What have I learned this year?
Something I didn’t already know…
How do you take a year of life and ball it up and hand it to someone? Better yet, put it into words and splash them across paper?
Perhaps a few more hours shall pass before I know the answer to that one.
What have I learned? …
I’m worth it.