You know, when I started writing my first book there was no agenda. I mean, it was just to see what I could do with a story idea. I wasn’t a trained writer, just an unemployed mom and wife who had a dream one morning and was only going to write the dream down so I wouldn’t forget it. Now, why would I do that? I have never wanted to write down any of my other dreams I thought were cool or fun. But I did, and like I said so many times before, it went way beyond what I had meant to do.
That particular morning, I sat down at my computer and started typing, but the first line was nothing like I had expected. It was a line of dialogue, and I sat there wondering where in the world the idea to write a sentence of a person speaking had come from. That wasn’t in the dream. Well, here it is—Gryph spoke to me. No, I’m not crazy. I didn’t hear an actual voice. But the thing is, I wasn’t supposed to write that dream down verbatim as it had happened just so I could remember it later. I was supposed to tell a story.
Isn’t it funny how one can stumble upon an unexpected, unknown passion? My friends and I have discussed, many, many times, how some people are born knowing what they want to do with their life whether it be a doctor, fireman, actor, singer, or something else and they follow that passion. I wasn’t one of those lucky souls. I couldn’t figure out what to do with myself . . . for over forty years. And that sucked right out loud. I mean, I had ideas of things that I thought I would like to do, but thought all of those things were out of my reach, or it’s too late, or I’m married with children and don’t have the time. Well, hello, brain? Shut the hell up! It’s never too late . . . ever . . . unless you’re dead. Then you missed your boat. Sorry about that.
The thing is, the mind can be a person’s deadliest enemy, saying all kinds of crap to throw obstacles in your path and adding fuel to your fears like gasoline to a fire–I know from experience–it took me years to finally muster the courage to publish my book. It is a scary thing to throw countless hours of hard work, anxiety, self-doubt, and rivers of tears out into the world for people to judge, and I have no illusions that I am a super duper outstanding writer that will give bestselling authors a run for their money. Heck, I’m just a storyteller who wanted to share a story with others. That’s it. That’s all.
BUT, I have every right to my dreams, follow my passion as do you and anyone else. We are not supposed to flounder through life and then lie on our deathbeds wishing we had just done that one thing we always wanted to do but didn’t because of . . . what? Time? Money? Didn’t think it was in us? Can’t get out of our comfort zone? Nope. Nada. None of that is a valid reason. We all have it in us. It doesn’t matter if we are an absolute genius at what we do or we are barely talented, we ALL are special and deserve that absolute joy that our passions bring us. AND, we should never, ever think that doing so is being selfish or irresponsible. No guilt. No apologies. It is OUR life and we should live it. We only get the one chance, and we better not blow it.
I will step down off my soap box now. Y’all have a blessed day!
Job 22:28 — You will succeed in whatever you choose to do, and light will shine on the road ahead of you.