It’s happening!
“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.”
In the last few days, as I’ve prepared for this writing experiment, I’ve had this flutter in my stomach. Each step I took, from deleting apps on my phone, drafting daily writing schedules, to sending out the texts to you all, I’ve grown increasingly nauseous. I’ve wondered if it’s fear - what if I can’t do it? What if I give it my all and it’s just not quite enough? What if no one likes my writing style? Nah, that’s not it.
I’m nauseous because I’m taking the biggest leap yet toward pursuing my dream, and that’s nothing short of terrifying. This dream of being a writer, a writer of books, has simmered in my stomach since I was a kid. There’s a recurring image of Adult Me living in a big city, in an apartment building located high in the sky, and I just know, without a doubt, that I write books for a living. I can see the desk with a typewriter in the foreground as I try to make out which buildings Adult Me has a view of outside those massive city-view windows. That’s it, that’s the life for me.
So here goes nothin’. I’m taking that leap now, investing in myself, my dreams, and that simmer in my stomach has turned into a raging boil. This imagery is actually a bit disgusting, but hopefully my point is clear. I’m doing the thing, eyes wide open, no more excuses, it’s now or never, kid! Go forth and write!
Thank you to all of you who’ve subscribed, and for all the lovely words of encouragement I’ve received since announcing my plans. I know that my own belief in myself is most important, but it sure doesn’t hurt to know I have all this support to top it off.
I don’t know what the next four weeks will bring, or what I’ll end up sharing in these newsletters, but I’m grateful for this outlet of accountability and connection.
If you haven’t yet, check out the web page I created that explains what I’m doing, and what Henry David Thoreau has to do with any of it. I might expand the site eventually, but for now my focus is on writing, writing, writing.
Until next Sunday…
Stephanie
