I hardly believe that I’m the same person I was on February 1, 2009. Truth be told, maybe I’m not. I’m a year older, I’m a year wiser. I’m still me but—different. Strange how I didn’t feel that way on my birthday but I’m feeling it in abundance now. Maybe this stems from the fact that I don’t believe that I’ve ever been so consistent at keep a journal or blog. To be sure again, I wrote often when I was child, there was no one else to talk to. I have people to talk to know and I tell them all that’s here but…there’s something so cathartic about writing.
Writing—my one true passion in life. I love teaching, I really do. I feel like I can make a difference in the world and I will never give it a half effort, but I will always write, striving to become a published author. And you know, there’s something about that combination that strikes me now like it never has before. This weekend while searching for background music I stumbled across some Anne of Green Gables video and had the entire first movie (1985) in the background when the realization struck…I’m striving to be like Anne.
I know it sounds silly, striving to do something or be something like a character from a book but it’s the truth. I know that I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I’ve been writing since grade three or even earlier. I used to make up stories with my friends—not stories like in a book, but games and role-playing sorts of stories with faeries and skeletons and the like but in grade six I was first exposed to Anne and her world. I remember sitting at he back of the room, gosh I can picture it now, I remember watching the mini-series and having the character of Anne strike a chord within me. Only now, looking back did I realise how similar we are.
I’m not an orphan, nor do I have red hair. But I always longed for kindred spirits in my life and it hasn’t been until recently (if you can call within the last quarter of my life recently) that I’ve found them. I don’t’ have many friends, I don’t think that I ever will but there is one (and girl you know who you are) who I feel closer to despite the fact that she lives half way around the world. When I was younger, I also longed for a Gilbert to my Anne. I thought many times that I had found him in the forever unnamed crushes from my elementary school years but I met him when I was thirteen (which ironically is how old Anne was when she met Gil). I was instantly drawn to him, the lone guy at an animal adoption agency and we quickly became the best of friends. When he got himself a girlfriend I felt as though I had lost something profound and it forced me to realize that I liked him a lot more then just a friend….
…to make a long story short, I ended up dating that guy and I continue to ‘date’ him to this day. My fiancĂ©e is the most wonderful man in the world. He’s thoughtful and caring and sweet and loving and he makes me laugh and me makes me think and he sometimes irritates me to no end but I love him for it. I am in love with him for all those things and more…
….and I’m rambling. I’m not sure what the point of this post is. All I know that is a lot of things have changed in the last three-hundred and sixty five days and come a year from now things will have changed even more. I’ll be married, with a home of my own and hopefully a budding career (writing or teacher). I feel like I’m akin to Anne in so many ways and as I go forward into the future I will keep this one thing in my mind
“Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it (yet)” –Anne of Green Gables.








