Yes, today is my birthday.
But it's not just any birthday. It's the birthday that puts me smack dab in the middle of my 30s. My 20-something friends and family love that I'm getting so old, but my 40-something friends and family still think of me as just a baby. I've found a few hairs on my head that aren't as brown as they should be, but I've still got a long ways to go before I need a box of Nice 'n Easy. I certainly don't feel as young as I used to, but I don't feel old, either.
You see, I'm right there. In. The. Middle.
And that is the reason I'm speaking up today. Because I realized that by not celebrating where I am--Right Now--I'm missing out.
This goes for my writing, too.
I'm in The Middle of my journey to publication. And too often I find myself
And it's the journey that matters.
Sure, I know this, but sometimes I forget. Luckily for me, I woke up this morning to my kids fighting over how old I really am (my 7yo stared intently at my face and declared that I didn't look any older, bless his heart). And I realized that I'd rather be here, in The Middle, than anywhere else.
And that goes for my journey to publication, too. Right here, in The Middle, is a pretty good place to be.