Until I write.
When I write, the real me pours out onto the page, and there’s no hiding from her. Writing shows me who I am. Sometimes that’s awesome. Most times, it’s terrifying. Because the person hiding inside me is impressive. I mean, she’s got ideas bursting on ideas, and they all sound AMAZING!
So here is where I admit I’ve been hiding. I took a well-needed break. Then we bought a new house and moved ridiculously fast. But after the dust settled, November was here. And I got scared.
Because what if I couldn’t cut it? What if I started these amazing projects and couldn’t keep them going? My writing projects are highly ambitious. What if I’m not good enough?
My writing doesn’t care about those doubts. My love for writing and story craft doesn’t care what I think or fear. My deepest self believes in me. I believe in all of you. I believe in us.
The new year is beginning. A new opportunity to chase dreams. What is your dream? What is it you want? Most importantly:
Who are you?
Pencil is important. Pencil tells your eyes, your brain, and your heart that this is not permanent. This is not perfect. This is a work in progress.
Now with your pencil and your blank paper, answer this question
Who am I?
Don’t think. Set a timer and just write.
When you’re done, read what you’ve written. What do you agree with? What do you like? What don’t you like? What will you change? How will you change it?
Then, the most important question to answer:
What does success look like?