A year on from my last birthday (as tends to be the case with these events) and a lot has changed. Some good, some bad, some just plain odd.
I look different, I act differently and I feel changed.
For the first time in three years, I’m writing. A lot. While the continued work load at university has cramped this significantly, I’m still writing when I get a chance. Most of it is garbage, and much of it ends up getting deleted. The point is that I got over a three year writer’s block and it feels good.
A lot feels good these days. 21, an interesting age, I’m sure it’ll be a good year.