It's about one in the morning, and I've been working for around three hours on a Tumblr post, my 4,500th one.
If you want to read that monstrosity, here's the link: http://the-once-and-future-novelist.tumblr.com/post/57400341012/the-girl-in-fandom-world-skyvoice
But it's a little bit amazing to me. Even a few months ago, saying something like that would have been unthinkable. I'm worn out, but not shaky or nervous about who may see it or anything. Is this what they call courage? Or is it confidence? It feels a little more like peace. Even if nobody reads it, this certainly helped me because I had the chance to face some tough questions and put some of Dad's sermons into real life.
I feel...awesome.
If you want to read that monstrosity, here's the link: http://the-once-and-future-novelist.tumblr.com/post/57400341012/the-girl-in-fandom-world-skyvoice
But it's a little bit amazing to me. Even a few months ago, saying something like that would have been unthinkable. I'm worn out, but not shaky or nervous about who may see it or anything. Is this what they call courage? Or is it confidence? It feels a little more like peace. Even if nobody reads it, this certainly helped me because I had the chance to face some tough questions and put some of Dad's sermons into real life.
I feel...awesome.
