My year is almost up.
We're rounding the corner. And the question becomes: did I do a good job?
I know I got a lot done. I know I have made a lot of strides. Lots of exciting things happened, and I'm leaving for ICFA to present on a panel in a few days.
But there were the mornings I slept in. The days I didn't write on the blog. Is it okay when a writer takes a day off?
Last night, Alex and I celebrated an important anniversary. We went downtown to a fancy hotel and we had the view in this picture. It's the First National. And if you don't look at your surroundings, if you don't recognize that your high school is up the street and the hotel you stayed at for a piano contest in the fifth grade is right next door ... it can feel like a new city.
In the morning, the tower disappeared into the fog and looked like it was a portal to somewhere else.
It's been a year. It's about to be a year since I quit my job. It's going to be a year of writing instead of working full-time.
Next year will bring new things, new challenges, new excitement, new portals. Next year, I will continue to ask, "am I doing enough?"
I hope that this time next year, I'm proud of what I've accomplished.
What is this?
Dawson is a writer. This is her blog. In it, you shall read about reading. And writing. And cheeseburgers. Sometimes there are tangents. Huzzah.