I Met My Younger Self for Coffee Today
She arrived ten minute early, curly hair bouncing with ever step, in flat shoes and school uniform. At 17 time seems to go buy slowly. I arrive on the dot, curly hair tamed, in flat shoes, jeans, and a shirt. At 27 time passes by too quickly.
Starting over at 27: No House, No Kids, Just Me
The agonizing truth of life in this moment, with “nothing to lose” but my sanity and the will to let go to get where I want to be.
Welcome to Beatlebook’s Archive: a personal blog about books and art.
Hello I’m Beatlebook and this is my archive, in search of finding meaning in life, a sense of purpose, and fulfilling my long-held dream of being a writer, in this little place of the internet, where I can write and you can read.