This is going to be short and sweet, and yes, I also posted this on my Tumblr because I am that happy right now and I have too many online blogs

I've been taking a creative writing class that has fully and utterly changed my world.  I could (and probably will) write about it some more later, but for now:

I did it.  Tonight I wrote the poem that made me feel like a poet.  I wrote the poem that made me look up schedules for open mic nights knowing that I would one day (soon) get on a stage and read that poem with every fiber of my heart and the audience would snap along and say, "Girl, you got soul."  And tonight, I would believe them.  But tomorrow, I will take my prized words and I will put them in my binder, to be revealed to my class only on the day that they were meant to be revealed, and that will be it.  Because a writer cannot have too much ego, or they will never write another great poem again.