My teenage self

I remember when I was a teenager, wondering what it would be like to look into the future to glimpse my adult life. If I could just stare into the mirror and catch sight, a wisp or trace of what was to come. What will I look like? Will I be married? With kids? Where will I be?

Now that I think back to my innocent, and curious self, I wish I could send myself a message, a letter. It is really a message to all of the young and hopeful, or even confused and unsure.

Your life won’t be easy. In fact it will be downright hard at times. But never lose hope, because it’s the light inside you.

Never compare yourself to anyone else. You have the life you were given, and it is beautiful and special if you make it.

People care for you, and if you let them help you, you won’t be alone in your struggles.

It is never too late to follow your dreams and above all, laugh.

When I first dove into writing, it followed my daughters last open-heart surgery. I needed to create a world where I held the power to heal to her, and a place I could escape to. That is the beautiful thing about stories. They allow the reader (and in my case writer) an escape into a character’s life. An escape into another world.

My passion has grown and I wish I had enough time to focus on my writing full time, but unfortunately, I can’t. I am a busy mom, and web developer. Life has continued to challenge me and my strength. So much so, that I wish I could just climb into my make-believe worlds rather than have to deal with disability claims, my child’s behavioral issues, and paying numerous medical bills when money isn’t flowing like it used to.

As the holidays approach, and a chill creeps into the air I am having a hard time finding the spirit that has always carried me through the season. BUT, I do feel the love and support from my friends and family, who I am so grateful for.

Would my teenage self be disappointed to see where I am? I may have white hairs and bags under my eyes, BUT I also have accomplished more than I ever thought I would. I have more strength than I thought I had. And I’m not done yet.

I will keep writing. I will keep hoping. I will keep on until I can’t any more.