Every once in awhile I come across a book that not only captures my heart but completely captivates my soul — swallowing me up into its little universe. This universe may only span the course of a few hundred pages to most, but to me, it is a beacon of light — an entire world where I finally find a place to call familiar. To call home.
These books not only light my imagination on fire, but they inspire my spirit to be better. To find people who make me better. To have a reason to want to be better.
When I was a little girl, I'd stare at myself in the mirror — glasses, bangs cut by my loving but unorthodox mother that looked like they were cut straight out of a bad 80s movie, and excess weight that I wasn't old enough to understand why I had but the pretty girls didn't. I'd stare at myself and wonder what I'd look like when I was 21. Would I be skinny and beautiful by then? My hair would be long and dark, that was for sure. No bangs.
I never realized that by the time I was 21, I would already be lost. And closer to 30, I'd finally realize it was time to find my way back home. Back to me. Without the bangs and excess insulation. But definitely still with glasses.
This will be my journey. I hope you like what you find. But more importantly, I hope I do.
My writing might not be the best. And for that, I am sorry, as I have not been in touch with this part of my heart for quite some time.( Collapse )