It’s a sunny afternoon here. I’m sipping an iced mocha, paying bills, and working on the last of the wedding decorations. My belated birthday cupcakes are baked and almost ready for frosting. Kitty is in her favorite spot on the windowsill. A stack of new cookbooks is waiting for me to flip through and pick some new recipes to try. Kevin and I get married in eight days. I’m reveling in the fact that I just won first prize in a statewide poetry contest, which is the first time I’ve won prize money for my writing and the first time I’ve gotten money for my writing, period.
I have earned money with my writing.
I am twenty-four years old, a prize-winning poet, able to check off a huge life goal from my list, about to be married, and it’s sunny. Life is really good today.