They were right.
When faced with great obstacles, it takes everything you have to get up in the morning. The good news is that when you're at your lowest, the only place to go from there is up.
The bad news is that you have to make it happen yourself. No one else is going to make it happen for you. I learned that a long time ago.
It takes a great leap of faith to make a change in your life. Courage.
It's not going to be easy. You're still going to be faced with obstacles,challenges and sleepless nights; maybe even a bit of sabotage. You'll feel like everyone is against you. You'll have to defend yourself. Or not.
The bottom line...it's your life. Do what you want to do, and what makes you happy.
The wind from one door closing opens another.
Yes, the wind has been blowing a lot through my house lately, but the one door hasn't completely closed. And the other door is open.
I'm taking the leap.
If you would have told me a month ago that I would be writing a column, starting my own blog and pursuing a career as a freelance writer, I would have laughed at you. But that was the past, and today is the first day of my future.
Here's my reality...I have been writing for a long time. I've just never shared it with anyone, until now.
A dear friend of mine told me recently that she was not surprised that I was writing professionally. She knew that I could do it all along.
I guess deep down inside, I did too.
Thanks for believing in me,
I guess deep down inside a writer simply writes. Bringing it out to share is a BIG step for many, me included. Writing from my heart means showing strangers things they wouldn't know by meeting me, necessarily. Those who have mown me a long time, would not be surprised at most of what they read in my work.
ReplyDeleteThe leap of faith for me was showing a fellow author, an internationally published author, Ed Dodge, my first manuscript, first draft. I could barely breathe until he returned it with a loving comment. He said, "This is an amazing story. You are on the right track, keep working it. You made me cry and you made me angry at God with your words alone. That, my friend, is a gift."
How could I not continue to write?