I don’t have a large following, so I was #shookt when Niall, an English professor from Ireland, followed me. In turn, I’m giving these people, whom I’ve been following for months and whose blogs inspire me to write, a chance to speak.
Fine. I know I’m 18 days too late and this post is a shout into the void, but I want to thank the Universe for all the wonderful things that transpired last month. Best. Month. So. Far.
I’m taking back what I said in my previous post that the poem from that guy was the sweetest, most beautiful gift I’ve ever received on Valentine’s Day that’s not from my boyfriend.
When I opened the gift, it immediately knocked me off my feet – inside was an intricately made paper rose and a three-page-long poem that the 17-year-old me would remember for the rest of her life.
So, one rainy day in the middle of December, I was wallowing in depressing thoughts and drowning in the pool of my own misery when a fucking wonderful idea hit me: a project that my bored friends and I would enjoy.
The best thing about projects like this is that it brings our family closer together.
What started out as a simple stack of books turned into a Life’s Library, a book tree, and now, a hanging bookshelf.