Honestly, I can’t believe it’s been that long. The thought registers, but it does not compute. Not even a little. The say that the boy you were is still part of the man you are, but is that really true? The boy I remember was quiet and shy. The boy I remember was scared and struggling to find a foothold in the winding path we call life. The boy I remember is…. gone, really. All that’s left are dreams, and an old notebook. Dreams and an old notebook.
Those dreams were tucked away in that notebook and were hidden for a lifetime. A lifetime no more. Those days of the quiet and the shy and the scared and the struggling… those are not me anymore and in one fell swoop in the middle of the night, that voice that never spoke up, that tiny voice of uncertainty, that voice will speak up. That voice will speak up in the voice of the man that is, the man that became. Fuck quiet, fuck shyness, and fuck fear.
Return back to Month One here.