Today, I turn 32. Wow, 32. If you’d have asked me in my teens, 32 was ancient. Teen-me would say 32 year old Vic should have all of her ducks in a row – and then some.
The reality is, I don’t have all my ducks in a row but 32 doesn’t seem so old any more (is this just denial?).
My ducks may not be in a straight line but they are definitely there, I love my writing groups – they’ve developed far beyond I could have imagined and the feedback I get from group members and people who’ve read their work / seen them perform brings me such joy.
I have a tremendously supportive family and friends, I live with a man who knows me better than I know myself (sometimes). I get to write, not as much as I’d like, but I also get to read and travel.
I am trying new things and discovering beauty all around me.
That sounds pretty good to me.