fledgling

I still remember that night. I was about to finish my first draft, my very first post. That second of exhilaration when I pressed 'publish' – a beautiful moment I enjoyed alone in the liquid silence of midnight. Three years have flown by since that night. That first day still feels like yesterday. I am so thankful for the numerous opportunities that have been thrown my way, which helped me grow as a writer and hone my skill. Thank you Fledgling for nurturing my naive self. Fledgling was my origin, the birthplace of my thoughts. Over time, Fledgling became a witness of my growing, refining writing and gave me space to grow and correct myself. Every post has been a milestone for me, and it's been overwhelming, to see how far we have come.  The passion writing ignited in me has kept me going for three years, through patches of self-doubt and frustration. Sometimes, dry spells made me question why I was on this journey and if it truly was worth the effort. Yet, every time, that