What a difference a year makes
Today marks one year since I literally changed my life.
One year ago today, I moved from my small hometown to a large city two hours away. I quit my job of 12 years for a very different opportunity and went on a new adventure.
So how had it been? Rough. The job was not at all what I thought it would be. It was not a good fit and quickly took a toll on my mental health. Writing became hard—very little got done.
But there was hope. A friend recommended an amazing second job that became my refuge. And just after Christmas I was offered an opportunity at another job that would once again change my life—this time for the better.
I’m now working back in the field I love at the library, but in a much better situation and with people I absolutely adore. I’ve already found a new home there. My second job is still an amazing refuge and support and so are all my amazing friends and family that continue to encourage me and stand by me through everything.
So, the only thing missing is a new book. I still don’t have it. But I have been writing. Through all this that’s been my one constant. I have made progress, just not near enough. I want my books to be the best they can be and the Lost Colony series will continue. There will also be all kinds of other exciting projects along with it.
Thank you to everyone who supported me in this journey. It’s been a great, if tumultuous year and this next year will be even more surprising.
Love to you all and see you among the stars.