I am getting older and re-reading my posts, chapters, and updates; I find myself amused at the little bits of story I wrote and felt a deep melancholy jab that I have barely scratched the surface of the story I wanted to write. Out of 100% I’d say I’ve written about .05%. A deep secretive dream I still have from such an innocent and free caring time in my life, that maybe I can still achieve; but realize all too true that maybe I really wont.

My old self seems so content with the aspect of being a teacher, she never realistically looked at how long it would take and the beat down she would have to endure to finally get so close and still at my age of 27-28 years of age, have not been able to quite yet achieve. I remember thinking and feeling that I would become a teacher, have some free time to write and draw. Make a life with my girls, my story, a possible legacy. Now I realize how much I truly want that to come true for me, just as much as me still wanting to be a teacher. SOooo, as a New Academic Year’s Resolution I want to continue to work on getting my credential and really find time to sit down and write… (even if I can really post to my old domain >.>)/` ).

Once again I find strength in writing, for me to go on, try harder, and keep going. I feel determined that I can still do a lot of things in this life I live. And that no matter how small my progress is, that it is at least a step in the direction I want to go. Towards happiness and my personal definition of success.

And so, with this I give you the long awaited Holder of Fire #14.