And it ends.
(Abridged version at tolkienkookAD.deviantart.com)
And so it ends!
Funny that it all comes together now, when this is almost the week it first happened last year.
When your life snowballs out of control, you can't always stop it. You can drag your feet and scream and wail or you can run with it and hope to catch up before it smashes into something. A few people last year rolled a little snow lump down a hill, and it just kept going and going, growing into something I NEVER wanted to experience.
Well, I stopped it. I stood up and told people about it and went "HEY. BITCHES, CATCH THAT THING." and my faith in people increased when I few--just a few, but that was all I needed--went after it. I've been sitting by that snowball for a long time now, sometimes packing more snow on until it teeters on the edge, threatening to fall again, and then hurriedly scraping stuff off of it.
But it's different, when you've spent 7 months pulling out little strings of doubt, and hopelessness, and fear. It's different when you can yank something close to the end, an event, something tangible.
Today, I shut the back cover of a book, and it happened to be my own. That's not to say there aren't many, many more in the series, but I'm finally done one. Things have been completely reverted--and I'm glad, I'm so glad. I can finally let go of that last page.
I have to give a huge thank you to two people. They know who they are. I'm scared, and freaking out, but it's only because they understand. I'm going to keep remembering that, and you know, you made it a little easier to put this book back on the shelf.
So, thank you. So much, you don't even know how much you've helped.
I won't bore y'all with snowballs and books and possibly books on snowballs, but know that I feel a lot better right now.
<3
And so it ends!
Funny that it all comes together now, when this is almost the week it first happened last year.
When your life snowballs out of control, you can't always stop it. You can drag your feet and scream and wail or you can run with it and hope to catch up before it smashes into something. A few people last year rolled a little snow lump down a hill, and it just kept going and going, growing into something I NEVER wanted to experience.
Well, I stopped it. I stood up and told people about it and went "HEY. BITCHES, CATCH THAT THING." and my faith in people increased when I few--just a few, but that was all I needed--went after it. I've been sitting by that snowball for a long time now, sometimes packing more snow on until it teeters on the edge, threatening to fall again, and then hurriedly scraping stuff off of it.
But it's different, when you've spent 7 months pulling out little strings of doubt, and hopelessness, and fear. It's different when you can yank something close to the end, an event, something tangible.
Today, I shut the back cover of a book, and it happened to be my own. That's not to say there aren't many, many more in the series, but I'm finally done one. Things have been completely reverted--and I'm glad, I'm so glad. I can finally let go of that last page.
I have to give a huge thank you to two people. They know who they are. I'm scared, and freaking out, but it's only because they understand. I'm going to keep remembering that, and you know, you made it a little easier to put this book back on the shelf.
So, thank you. So much, you don't even know how much you've helped.
I won't bore y'all with snowballs and books and possibly books on snowballs, but know that I feel a lot better right now.
<3