Four years ago I was a mess. I was so scared of making phone calls even to the people who loved me that I would need weeks to prepare myself to make one. I mention this because today I suddenly realised I have been working a job where I regularly have to call strangers and the only preparation needed is checking their paperwork.
The concept that change takes time is definitely one I recognise. I mean I enjoy writing as a hobby, a craft that takes years of practice to reach a point where you can be happy with some of the results. But there is something special when you take that moment to see exactly how much you have changed compared to a past version of yourself.
It makes me wonder what I will look back on and be impressed at my progress of in another four years time. I guess i'll just have to take it a step at a time till I get there.
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