Go Carla, go Carla, it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday. I’ve always wanted to sing that. 🙂 Today is my 13th annual 29th birthday, or #42 in normal terms. It’s not a bad thing. I dreaded turning 40 but now I’m used to it. 40 isn’t necessarily the new 30 but I’ve settled in with it. I know more now than I did 10 years ago, and for that, I’m grateful.
During the move, I found some old manuscripts I wrote 10 years ago, and I’m embarrassed to say how bad they were. I like what I write now a whole lot more because I have 10 years more experience to put into them. I also have better experiences than what I had then. There used to be a time I was too afraid to spend any money or go anywhere. I didn’t want to rock the boat or upset anyone. Now, I’m even more afraid to spend money, but I know that the experiences that come with getting out and doing things are worth the cost. Would I have ever had an agent if I hadn’t gone to Portland and run into the saleman who asked if I knew anything about this Chris Coste guy? Would I even have this laptop if I hadn’t gone to Vegas and won at Caesar’s Palace? Would I be able to say I know what it feels like to drive Paul Dante’s Mustang, instead of just guessing? (Good Lord, I still drool when I see one pass by.)
I’ve put more experience under my belt in the last 10 years than I did in most of the 30 years that went before, so I can only imagine what great things are in store over the next 10 years.
Starting today.
Knit & Run! 