It’s hard to believe I’ve made it this far. I remember being just a bud. Brand new. Full of immense energy and naivety. I believed that by the time I made it to 60 I’d be set. Established. Wise and weathered and living large.
But as with most things, Steemit mimics life.
Wait...did I fail to mention the I’m speaking of my reputation and not my age?
Yesterday when I hit that post button, the imaginary Turn-O-Matic system in my head clicked forward and I heard someone calling, “60...? Number 60!?”
So here I am. Still hustling for every SBD. Still pouring my heart into my work. And still eternally grateful to those of you who humor me, read my words, enjoy my images, and say a cheer from time to time when I’m stomping my feet and whining.
I cherish the friends I’ve made here and I look forward to whatever is to come.
Oh...and lacking images that seem to illustrate my sentiments today, I’m posting some pretty sage flowers.
Enjoy!♥️
