Sometimes we feel like we aren’t making progress until we look back at how far we’ve come.
When I was in high school, I hated writing. (BTW, that’s me in the picture. I have no recollection of when it was taken.)
Doing the assignments was a torture I put off until the last minute. If anyone had told me I’d be voluntarily spending my time writing, I would have laughed. Anything but that, I would have said.
Fast forward many decades, and here I am, working on my seventh novel. Somehow my love of reading inspired me to create my own stories.
