Hi,
Another year had passed, and I thought it might be a good place for some self-reflection.
It's been 7 years since this account and, well, "The story" started and that feels a bit heavy, as it feels like so much time has passed, and I still don't have anything I'd feel proud about sharing. The problem is that as time passed, and I grew, the story I wanted to tell grew alongside me; changing, morphing and shifting into a more mature tale—something that felt more like what I'd love to say.
Honestly, it's difficult to say how I feel about it. On the one hand, I feel like I've wasted those years. On the other hand, I can see how taking time off and not rushing it, rewriting entire chapters, changing the storyline and characters multiple times, made something I feel happier about, even if it's still unfinished and will most likely change dozens of times again in the future.
I'm trying to learn the balance between perfectionism and getting things done. I know I'll never get a second take to say the words I truly wanted to say, so even if it takes me another 7 years or more—I hope I can deliver a story that truly inspires someone like many of my childhood authors inspired me.
Remember to be kind to yourself; you're still just learning how to live, even if you feel disappointed with yourself, your current work, or your past stories. Each one of them is the necessary step forward to a better you.
