As I work on my next novel and reflect on my own experiences as a system kid in the ‘80s, I’m realizing more than ever that I wouldn’t be who I am without the ‘crap’ in my past. Self-growth is a hellishly funny thing. Positive, yet birthed from the negative. Complicated, yet all about attaining simplicity. Rejuvenating, yet requires a ‘to the breaking point’ self-sacrifice. James A. Froude once said, “you cannot dream yourself into a character, you must hammer and forge yourself one.” So, to all those who’ve been hammering and forging: a huge cheers to you and the wonderful person you’ve become!
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