My post is late and I'm mad at myself. I'm a girl who prides herself on being early for everything (trust me, my friends ALWAYS know I'll be ten minutes earlier than I need to be.) But it has been one of those days.
I won't make excuses and since it's Saturday, I had a lie in - the 2am revision-a-thon exhausted me. And it has been sunny, so I did what all British people seem to do when we see a beam of sunlight - head outside.
My afternoon was enjoyed at the park with my friend, relaxing and helping my fifteen-month-old Goddaughter gain the confidence to walk without holding someone's hand.
She looked so cute toddling around, her little legs moving quicker than she could keep up with them. She took the odd tumble, but she kept getting back up again. Me and her mum smiled and encouraged her, clapped each time she walked on her own. It was a big achievement. Her triumphant face reminded me how achievements (big or small) make us happy.
I felt that joy when my friend asked me to be a godparent. When another close friends' daughter grabbed my hand said my name for the first time. Basically, anything those two little girls do because they are too cute and yes, I spoil them rotten. But that is what an aunt is for right?
It was the same joy I felt when I realised I'd written a book, or finished my revision cycle.
So today I celebrate all achievements big or small. Because, like my goddaughter, we are all learning to walk in the world of writing. We just have to remember to get up if we fall and keep on smiling. Because there is always someone to cheer us on.