WOW! Sometimes I get caught up in the rush of Tumblr, and forget that I even have a deviantART account. I don't know WHY I commit such a travesty, though. I've put so much into the dA community, and dA have given so much back...! I've met LIFELONG, true, real friends--SISTERS--on dA, and it's you guys, and your encouragement and love and support over the years, that have ultimately made me grow: as both a person and as a writer. So let me just take a moment to thank you, all of you, for helping me out over my long journey. Six years and very nearly 30,000 pageviews later, we're still on life's journey together--and I want to thank you all for sticking with me, from the bottom of my heart.
Thank you, too, to those of you whom I don't know so well, who Watch me but who I haven't had the chance to talk to, and those of you who find me and, by some miracle, think that my writing is good enough to add to your favorites, or even better, to drop a comment. (Those precious, precious things.) Thank you, very much, for your support!
This week begins a new chapter in my life. These past six years have seen a lot of growth in my writing, yes, but they've also been quite turbulent in my personal life. I spent six years in community college, screwing up and then fixing my screwups, and after jumping through more flaming hoops than I ever thought possible--and failing in ways that I thought I would never recover from--I earned an A.A. with an Emphasis in Humanities and Languages (basically an English degree) and an A.A.-T (Associate in Arts for Transfer) in Communications. I'm now in the Two A.A.-Club--and I'm far from done! The thing that I've been spending the entirety of my higher education trying to do has been achieved. I've finally transferred into a 4-year university! Last Tuesday, on January 21st, 2014, I started my first week at California State University, Long Beach! I'm majoring in Communications, planning to minor in Creative Writing, and am shooting for a B.A. with a fervent desire to use this degree in the business world; Public Relations would be optimal, but honestly, anywhere where I get to work with all sorts of fascinating people, I will be happy. The point is that I'm growing and moving on with my life...finally.
This does not, however, mean that I'll be vanishing from my life here on the Internet. You'll notice that the Minor I have in mind is Creative Writing. Even though I do expect to be a published author someday, I don't expect to get rich or famous from it. I want to continue my education in writing for my own satisfaction, for my own self-betterment. Writing is a part of me. It is my art, something that I've always known and always tried to own, and the very reason why I've never felt uncomfortable making my writing's home on an art site. As such, I'll never stop. I honestly could not stop if I tried.
Obviously I haven't posted anything on dA in quite a while, and that's because the primary body of my recent writing has happened on Tumblr, in roleplays. My activity goes on and off, like it always has; I can't promise any sort of consistency, because I know better than to think that I'll be able to deliver on any of those promises. (Especially with 2 jobs on top of my 12 units. That's right, I'm working again! I'm now a Nanny, as well as a Housekeeper. Taxes? What are those?) I will, however, endeavor to check up on this site a little more often, in order to keep in touch with everyone. I've been pretty remiss in that, and regret it.
I haven't changed, really. I'm the same person that I was when I met you, the friends who shaped me into the woman I am today; the same person I was at age 18, when I graduated high school and thought I had become an adult; the same person I was in middle school when I met the friends who set me on the path to becoming the writer and person I am now; the same person I was at age 13 when I wrote my first poem; the same person I was at age 6 when I wrote my very first short story. What I've realized recently is that I'm not ashamed of that. Maybe I was once--but no more. I've found that a person never really changes. What they do and say, the things they work towards, the company they keep, the things they like and dislike--these things change. But the thoughts someone has, or the feelings; the things they hope for, the desires in their soul; what they truly love--these things never change. And I'm happy they don't, really. When I was 19, I began to despise the person I had become, and wished I could be the person I was at 16. When I was 16, I didn't even like the person that I was, wishing I could be the person I was at 13. And when I was 13, I wished that life could be simpler, like it was back when I was 10. Now, at 26, I realize that all of these people are really the same--and that's okay. That's more than okay. It makes me happy, to know that I have, in truth, always known who I am.
I'm still a spastic little thing, just like I was as a 3-year-old. My Nana used to call me Pink Flea: always dressed in pink, always bouncing hither and thither. Pink is still one of my favorite colors, and I'm still all over the place--my mind hopping from this to that and then to the other thing. I'm not perfect; I don't remember everything, I don't always finish what I start, and I am really terrible at keeping promises.
But one thing that I've always done is remember the people who care about me. Even if I don't show it properly or consistently, I remember. I care. I love. I'll always be grateful for the people who've cared, because they made--make--the journey worthwhile. The people in my life are what enrich it. You are the stories I tell.
So...thank you. My friends, my family. Thank you.