I just read the kids some of my old stories I had started and some poems I had done and they really enjoyed them and wanted to hear more. It made me feel really good about things I had done in the past and about the potential to do better and continue the stories and writing. They made me feel a good kind of nostalgia when I read them, which is so incredibly rare for me. Nostalgia, in general, is my enemy, but not in these moments. It felt so good to read them again. Even the not so great written ones. The stories felt solid though. I was kinda proud at first and then felt so much more when the kids expressed they liked them. They really made my night.
THEY ARE THE BEST.
