More difficult was getting some feedback on my work that seemed designed to stop me dead in my tracks. Which it has done, though I'm rallying now.
I never thought that being a writer would be easy. When I quit my perfectly good job as a legal secretary to devote myself to writing, I expected that there would be plenty of moments of panic and doubt and...well, I was right. But I was also right in believing that if I didn't do this thing I would regret it for the rest of my life.
I've been blessed in many ways. The trick, it seems to me, is to remember those blessings, and acknowledge how lucky I've been. So, a gratitude list. Here goes:
- My husband's belief in me buoys me when my own doubts seem to be winning, as does the support of my friends.
- My daughter continues to tolerate me. And we laugh together. A lot.
- The Inner Bitch has been very, very good to me.
- The Universe keeps sending messages that I was right to make this choice.
- Today the sun is shining and the changing leaves provide moments of breath-taking beauty.
- Against all odds, I still have a roof over my head and a room of my own in which to write.