What I took away most from the encouragement you guys sent to me on my latest “I want to write a book, but don’t know how” post is that trying is worth it even if it is as scary as it sounds.
It’s not really that I’m afraid of being rejected. All the rejection I’ve had in my life so far only seems to amuse me now. I GAVE MY HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH A LOVE LETTER AND HE TOLD MY FRIEND TO TELL ME “THANKS!” How entertaining that is to me now that I know that moment only served to benefit me in the long run.
I’m worried about starting a book because, what if I’m not as good at writing as I hope I’ll be when I sit down to do this? I’m worried it will be really hard and I won’t do it right and I’ll waste a bunch of time…and, I hate waste.
Some people say. Tons of people say, “Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” I say, try not working towards anything for a week and see how unhappy you are. I also think work is always work, even if you love it.
I love writing. I love surfing. Oh my goodness, the things they’ve given me; time with my dad, time with my husband, time with my mom, time with myself– time, period. My writing has preserved time for me. My surfing has kept me young.
These loves have made every day exciting, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t work.
I can only imagine parenting is the hardest job there is. People say that all the time too, and then they tell you things like “You’ll never know how much you can love something until you have a child.” I think people say these kinds of things over and over because love and work go together: You work the hardest for the things you love. You love the things you work hardest for.
But just like it is scary to love someone, it is scary to do what you love.
But how exciting is it to think about trying like you’ve never tried before?
I’m looking forward to that part.