[This article was first written for and published on The Opinion Panel. This is just a snippet of the article.]
As I write this, I’m a few short weeks away from turning 22, something I am both looking forward to and dreading, because it means getting another year older, but still not having accomplished everything I’d wanted.
I’m watching Gilmore Girls, waiting for my boyfriend to come home so we can grab a bite to eat. It’s been a while since I last saw it, but getting back into the show brings with it a sense of nostalgia and remembering a time in my life when things were so different.
In a lot of ways, it makes me feel somehow less than other people my age or other writers who have published pieces for the ‘big’ names like The Guardian, HuffPost, Metro or even Cosmopolitan. Whilst getting my articles published for all these companies is on my ‘Things To Hopefully Get Done by The End of 2021’, I know that it doesn’t define my worth as a writer or even an ounce of my talent. I’m a good writer and I know that—currently, I have articles drafted and submitted to other online media platforms which will be published in the coming weeks. I have started my own platform (Poised) to be launched in September 2020, which will be featuring other writers and contributors, myself included.
With growing up…
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