Ever since I was little I wanted to write and publish books.
In my mind, it was such a simple goal to accomplish…..
oh how much fun we’d have.
So that was my dream well into….well….my mid thirties, which was all of um….just a few days ago.
And then I recently got a healthy dose of reality that actually inspired me and opened my eyes…
in a good way.
You know why?
Because I got quiet.
I put aside my busy thoughts and my dreams and MY WAY, and I just listened.
And it all started with a few emails from a few INCREDIBLE readers of this blog.
One I know in real life, sort of.
After spending time reading my blog, she wrote me a letter sharing her heart and her struggles which completely matched mine, and my heart ached as I read what sounded like my own words coming straight from her.
And at the end, she thanked me.
She. thanked. me!
….for being so open.
For taking a risk in being vulnerable so that she felt safe enough to do the same.
And so that finally she didn’t feel so alone.
And then there was another email….encouraging me never to give up on my dream of writing a book, even believing enough in me herself to say she knows it WILL happen when GOD’S TIMING is right.
Her encouragement, her belief, her LOVE….brought me to tears.
I read it several times that day and over the weekend.
I read it to my counselor. {okay, therapist…whatever.}
I read it to my husband…..
And then I did something I’ve been trying to do more of lately….
To know them.
To feel and understand EXACTLY what it is they are sharing with me.
And as I said, Amen….
it began to sing a new song.
If I don’t care about the money or fame (cause you know, authors become famous overnight millionaires from what i hear…not.), then what is it really all about?
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