So I’m having one of those introspective, “I’m in my thirties” moments, and I wanted to share. The thing is, I was never that interested in a fabulous career or a pile of money or whatnot. I just wanted to write stories and to have people read them. And I’ve got that. I’ve got you. So. Success looks like different things to different people, and what I have probably isn’t what most people would think of as success. And admittedly, it’d be nice if the rent was less stressful and I had more to give to npr. But overall, I’m happy with what I have.
So thank you, for giving that to me. You’re all awesome.
(I’m not going anywhere, btw, so no one worry. But I’m hormonal and emotional and the transformation from “that girl who ran a marathon” to “that girl who Runs Marathons” present tense and plural is making me extra reflective. And I just love everyone in this bar.)