You Made a Way

I’m sitting here on a Saturday night, reflecting. Playing music, I think back to the past and a flurry of memories rush over me- bright lights, midnight drives, and youthful company. I think a lot about my past and it’s so vastly different from now - a far cry from my now cozy existence. I think about this all as I sit in the living room of my one-bedroom first-floor unit.

Listening to music, a thought strikes. Maybe I should continue working on my newest work and my mind wanders to the book I’ve been writing. It remains drafted - another unknown work at the bottom of my Google Docs. I’ve been thinking about publishing it. But of course, the common thoughts flood me. “Why should I?” “Who’d care ?" “Is it worth it?” These common thoughts stop me, as they’ve stopped me countless times before.

My webpage has remained disabled for some time now. I’d forgotten to renew it and one day, caught off guard, I realized my webpage had expired. I didn’t worry about it, contemplating if I wanted to renew the subscription. Like my past, should I leave it behind? Another memory. However, just like that, I checked the Instagram of my writer page, TheWomynWhoWrites, and found a new DM. It read,

“Hi there sorry for messaging you like this but I just wanted to say I love your writing and your stories and I've followed you on fictionpress since 2014! I do [hope you come back to your old [stories] Flutter being included if not I'm looking forward to more you have in store for us!.”

My old stories…Flutter, Flicker, and the like. Wolfen tales that I’d written during the height of the Twilight era. Quite the hopeless romantic, I’d penned a variety of stories that I shared on creative fiction sites like Fictionpress and Wattpad. They were very popular and still seemingly touching souls to this day. I felt very proud in that moment and I felt seen.

I mattered.

I did something.

I made it.

I had an impact.

On someone.

On someones.

I echo the same words to you.

For the person who questions their choices. To the person who thought their choices didn’t matter. To the person who thought they didn’t make the best of decisions.

You matter.

You made a difference.

Even if not to the world - to someone.

Best of love,

TheWomynWhoWrites

P.S. I renewed my website 😉😉😏😜