Maybe instead of trying to cheat and copy-paste from an old blog, I will succumb to writing something new here.
I am a frustrated writer. I want to believe that I can write. Though with all the humility and modesty that I taught myself to have is telling me ”I can’t.” That Cherry, you cannot.
So what do we do now?
Now I am a Mom, and a call center agent. I am an Engineer. Or I think I am, I was. I studied and graduated the course, but just that.
Am I something? Am I?
I sometimes forget my worth.