Pending like morning.

I've been a writer of sorts, my entire life. As a child, amidst the sighs and whining of my peers, I was the kid who secretly jumped for joy each time a teacher requested a "writing assignment".

I had made a promise to myself that by the age of 30, I would write and publish the "great american novel". 30 seems so long ago, yet not that far away. Although, I've had an interesting life and more than interesting life experiences, to date my promise to myself remains unfulfilled.

“ There are two great days
in a person’s life-

the day we are born
and the day we discover why.”

William Barclay