Posted onĀ May 12, 2013
Exactly a year ago, in my post āA Bit Of Reflectionā, I pondered a key turning point in my life, and where I would subsequently be a year on. This, today, is a year on ā how time whizzes by 
Some things are more or less what I expected them to be:
My parents went ahead and took over the inn that theyād had their eye on, and after LOTS of trials and obstacles things are starting to pull themselves together, and itās turning out to be a most successful venture (plus somewhere to escape every so often).
My fiance and I are still engaged ā weāve still had our respective hardships in our lives which have overlapped into each otherās life, which has sometimes made for a wobbly crossing, but weāve managed to find a way to keep going, and at the time of writing, are still going strong
Some things just⦠are:
I graduated from uni in June, shortly after the original posting. My GPA was quite a bit lower than I was hoping (and expecting), mostly due to the difficult birth of my dissertation, plus dropping a couple of classes as a result a sudden bout of apathy ā perhaps unwisely. But I still managed to graduate with an M.A., and have taken pride of place among the millions of other graduates who are floundering around, over-qualified for many jobs but under-qualified for that perfect oneā¦
Some things are not quite what I expected them to be:
Iāll admit that I had assumed that Iād be well on the way to a successful career in writing. That is partly true ā I gained an internship, and further experience down the line, in content writing, a little of which was paid but most of which was voluntary. But in terms of creative writing (nanowrimo for example), that has been considerably more of a struggle than I thought it would be.
Lack of confidence in my writing, plus few impartial and willing people available to proofread and give constructive feedback, have resulted in my writing remaining pretty much for my eyes only. I dare not even self-publish before taking this step, for fear that something I love, and have taken time to create and nurture, will be torn apart callously by some unknown figure, whether or not justifiably.
I have the continually nagging feeling that⦠despite all the above, I still should haveĀ doneĀ something by this point in time. Itās weird how long one can continue to postpone. A year ago, if I thought Iād still be at this stage, Iād have administered a swift kick to the arse (if it were physically possible) Ā and been like āCOME ON ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! :{ā
I guess this would now be a good time, without leaving it any longer anymore, to actually put something out there. Like, for proper digestion and contemplation. And hopefully a receptive audience. If thereās one actually out there.
Oh well, time to keep on plugging away. Once again.