proud of myself
Today I finished book number forty out of an intended 100. Less than a year ago, in order to decide if I want to write a novel, I decided to read 100 books in the genre. It was less of a goal, more a vague agreement with myself. But I’ve kept it and plan to continue to keep it. The number may sound low for almost a year (I think it was last march or April), but working nearly full time since then along with (gasp?) other hobbies, it really seems like further along than I’d imagined myself. I purposely keep my “read” list un-numerated. ANYWAY. I think it’s really cool to be able to think “this is what I’m going to do” with no timeframe, no consequences, no reward, AND THEN YOU DO IT. Man, sometimes life really amazes me with the simplest things.
Hi! I'm Bee. I am 26, live in the midwest, and I like: making people smile, girls with messy hair, earthy colors, being positive, old shoes, laughing until I can't breathe, public transportation, the city of Chicago, telling stories, lists, pretty much anything in a tortilla, inspiring people (as a verb and an adjective), coffee-flavored energy drinks, hand making greeting cards, situational playlists, ticket stubs, movies I already know the ending to, kids of all ages, live music, and BEING HAPPY.
