Somehow I've made it to post 333. It's 11:17pm and this is how it is sometimes. Writing every single day for 365 days on this here blog is not as easy of a task as one may think, but I'm still here.
We took the ferry back from my mom's house and arrived in Seattle at around noon or so. Yoon had to take his car into the shop, so we went out for some noodles while we waited for it to be fixed.
Life caught up with us. Today was a mix of commuting, taking care of odds and ends, a squabble about something insignificant in the scheme of life, a date-night out to a good flick called The Book Thief and a night-capper at a French restaurant/bar in the area. Now we are here.
Yes, we are here. Yoon strung together some Christmas lights he found at various places around the house. We have a nice fence for them.
I'm feeling like I'm at the crossroads of something. Like I may just leave part of myself behind for a life that I'm meant to live. Can't explain very clearly right now.
I'm ready to get some headway on my next book, but life keeps taking over.
I'm inspired to do something different, but I haven't done it yet.
I'm confident that I will.
It's just a matter of time.
Life is going to change.
It always does.
But so far, I've made it this far. I've made it to blog post 333. That's something, isn't it?
Thanks for reading.
Have you ever been surprised at how far you've come?