I’m a storyteller.
And I’m rebooting the journey.
4-0 style.
When I was turning 40, I set out to write 40 posts in 40 days. Even from a hospital bed. I tried again at 41, but I didn’t feel that “thingy.” And when I was turning 42, the attempt was there, and I did post, but it … slowly … tapered … off.
But three years after my 40th birthday, there are more stories to share. Funny ones. Sad ones. Marie Kondo-the house tales. Job horror stories.
But what’s the purpose? Isn’t this a boring re-run?
Not to me.
I need a challenge again. When I was turning 40, life took a turn, and I found myself in the Epilepsy Monitoring Unit. I could’ve said, “Okay, the posts end now.”
But I didn’t quit, and I accomplished my goal.
And that’s I’m writing these 43 posts. Between freelancing, editing and writing my novels, I wanted a buckle down, time sensitive project.
There’s 43 days until I’m 43.
I’m a storyteller. And I love to write, even when the words don’t make sense.
Regardless, hopefully you’ll join me on this journey.
29 then 40 