It was my birthday last week. I find birthdays can be a good way for the soppy stuff to come out, and this birthday reflected that.
I was surprised by it, not because it was touchy-feely, but because the nature of the touchy-feelyness was about inspiration. More specifically, it was about me being an inspiration.
I was thanked for being an example of someone who was making a career out of her passion; for inspiring people I look up to through my words & positive energy, and for sticking to my guns.
I started writing creatively in January 2013. It’s been exactly two years since my fiction journey began. I’ve had a range of responses, but most people encouraged me to go for it, while exercising caution. You know, don’t give up the day job, and don’t dream too big – you’ll just be disappointed.
Which was fine cause that’s how I saw it. I did allow myself to dream, but I didn’t think too much of my chances. My dream was (is) to live in a cabin on a cliff overlooking the sea, being a full time painter / writer. With cats.
Over the last few months, as I shared more of my progress and my books have been out with betas, the support is insane. There was a point just before my book release where I seriously considered giving up but realised I couldn’t – cause I’d have all of you lot telling me off!
So I guess my point is that while I feel chuffed and truly touched in being an inspiration, or a motivator, or a good example, there’s no WAY I’d be doing this without the support from everyone in my life.
I have to mention my partner specifically here, who convinced me I was good enough and fed me Tony Robbins until I caught on and had a go at this writing thing.
My point is also this: if I can do it, there is NOTHING stopping you.