I look back on those few posts, and laugh at how things in my life have changed. How young and utterly childish I once was, sometimes still am. A lost little girl trying to find her way in the big bad world.
In every sense, I still am that little girl, Alice gone down the rabbit hole, chasing her dreams which seem to change at every corner turned.
Who am I now?
A Wife. A Procrastinator. A Baker. A Mother, soon. And still, most disappointingly, an aspiring writer. Key word there, kiddos. No, I shouldn't use that label any longer. I am a writer, even if it is only in my heart, even if I have not typed one viable word.
With my son only a few weeks away from coming into this awful world, I find myself more inspired to pick up the forgotten pen. Perhaps, this is the right kind of change I need.
