Last week I turned 33. I have officially started what my Dad likes to call my Jesus year. It’s my year to make an impact in the world or … die trying? I’m sure he only means the first half. I have a tendency to interpret too literally sometimes.
What will 33 bring? I have big plans, but yet no idea. By the time I turn 34, will the world know my name? Not likely. I’ll take small victories. Like maybe 100 readers. Or maybe a complete novel?