I’m on the verge of submitting an application to be an intern for a blog that I adore. I’m excited by the process and the potential, but fairly convinced I won’t get it. It’s the curse of being a pessimist.
Just the process of updating my resume and editing things I’ve written though has made me so energized. I miss writing, putting my thoughts in words. I want to start doing it more often. I’m proud of the person I am in my life right now.
This is something that means so much to me, but seems so insubstantial in the grand scheme of things when I say it out loud.
Who knows… I could very well just be pretty tipsy.