April fried my blog writing brain. I took a month or so off from posting but I’m back. When it comes to blog writing, I like to be inspired. The thirty day challenge used up a lot of the ideas I had stored away in the blog post bank. So, I allowed my mind to chill and waited for my next post to surface.
Here in the writing world, it’s easy to share our accomplishments, rejections, ideas and everything else writing related. We get each other! But, sometimes it’s the people outside of the writing world that impact our thoughts and push us to become the person they believe we will be.
My family, circle of friends, co-workers and many acquaintances know by now that I’m a writer with a dream. Everyone is encouraging and supportive. They keep me in check and won’t allow me to give up (not that I ever plan on giving up).
Today, a co-worker asked me a question that she asks often, “How’s your writing going?” I know by now what she’s really asking is, Are you working hard to make your dream a reality?
There were times in the past that I would answer this question by saying, “This week has been busy.” Each time I’d give her this response, her eyebrow would raise and she’d give me this look that summed up her thoughts. I’m pretty sure she was thinking, Excuses won’t get you to the top. (Or something similar)
I’ve shared my dream with others. I’ve allowed them to read my work. They’ve crossed their fingers for me when I told them I got requests. They wrapped their arms around me when I became discouraged, but never once did they stop believing that I have the ability to become successful. There’s something that happens when you know someone else believes in you. You start believing in yourself. You begin fighting harder and when you feel knocked down you get up because you want to be able to respond with “I’m fighting hard,” when they ask you “How’s your writing going?
I’m a dreamer but with a little help and encouragement from my friends I’m determined to be the one telling others Yes, dreams do come true.
How’s your writing going?
We’re coming to the end of the month long a to z challenge. I’m thrilled. This is the third year I’ve attempted this challenge and it looks like it will be the first time I will complete it.
I come from a big Italian family. Hugs in my household were the norm. We never greeted anyone or said goodbye to anyone without giving a big warm hug. I became so accustomed to hugs that as I got older and I met new people I would have to restrain myself from giving them a hug at the end of a conversation. (I learned quickly that not all people do hugs and some even get weirded out by a friendly embrace).
There are still times I have to cross my arms around my stomach to stop myself from giving “the hug.” Most people that have come to know me have accepted that I’m a hugger and I’ve even got some to become huggers or at least accept a hug a from me.
Today I’d like to offer a giant air hug to all my readers. This challenge allowed me to meet many new people who I plan to keep contact with. I appreciate everyone who commented or followed my blog. I’m sorry if I didn’t get to comment on your blogs as often as I would have liked. I will continue to stop by your blogs to see how my new “friends” are doing.
Hugs and Kisses my new and old friends. You all inspire me to keep on writing and make me smile on days that even a thought of a smile seems impossible.
(A TO Z BLOG CHALLENGE)
The road I’m traveling is filled of bumps and potholes. There are many obstacles that appear but I never allow them to stop me from moving forward. Flowers are not always blooming on the side of the road and the grass is not always green, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like imagining that a few miles up there will be fields of wild flowers that come into view. The darkened sky will eventually turn bright when the sun returns like it always does. The path I’m traveling is long and at times feels endless but I understand I must continue to journey to a land I’m sure exists. There are turns and detours I must take but I do them knowing they will lead me to my destination. I choose to wear my rose colored glasses because they allow me to see the magic in the unknown and the thrill in the mundane. I’m enjoying the ride.