February 5, 2024.
First time I have logged into this app. In months, almost a year. Eyes water with such emotion.
Hello Flowers
In the wave of my pen. Hugged my hand and fingers. In my journal, I wrote in reflection of my life.
The thought to retire has came. As quickly as that thought welcomed my headspace. Acceptance and certanity of that decision appeared too.
Reassured me deeply.
Twenty. I turned twenty, January 5th, 2024.
The growing to the becoming of myself. Welcoming the chrysalis of the little one I was. A girl I grew to be. Teenager with the weight of responsiblities. To now, a young woman. This need book of this new decade of life. I am ready for a new season of shedding, planting, sprouting, growth and blooming the fruit of my labor.
There will be things to let rest in the past in the aspecta if my life.
Wattpad is one that I am ready to let rest.
Sorrowfilled for Wattpad was a part of childhood. And it took different chapters of phases in which I utilized the app. The pendemic chapter. If I may detail it as that. Was my favorite, those I met and spoken to. Those that felt like colleagues as I see them reappear in other books. Adding entertainment within the comments.