It Was the Small Things
The other morning, I was cleaning the bathroom and realized that it was the small things I did while waiting to become "what I was always meant to be" that determined what I actually became. Specifically, while waiting and hoping to become a "great writer," I did smaller-scale things that turned me into someone who tells stories, and who helps others tell them. Also, my bathroom's clean. Here are some of the things I did while I waited. The Moth Rabbit Box Be Golden Write Club The Flagpole