Priceless Gift

I dream of sharing the wisdom I have gained through trials and errors, by writing my stories. With the hope it will somehow help someone through trials of their own. Lord knows I have had many mountain top moments, as well as deep, dark valleys.

When I see that written down, or tell someone that I have that aspiration, I feel like I’m not good enough. Then the thoughts in my head begin to swirl to consciousness.  “Who do you think you are? You’re a writer, oh what a joke.  Do you really think you have enough talent to write something that will inspire or even help someone else?” I battle these thoughts, and others much worse, every day. Not just the writing part, but who would want to read my story? How would I even go about writing my story let alone get it published and out to the world?

I have a blog that I post to, but it’s not well known.  Several of my articles have been published on the Grit and Grace Project website. These don’t feel like enough, you know, like there is more for me to be doing. I just don’t know what steps to take next.  It’s also hard to keep moving forward when all my articles and posts have been written on my iPad or phone.

My family knows my dream, I’m kind of vocal about it at home, and they have been supportive of me.  Somewhere in the back of my mind though I thought they may have just been humoring me, not really buying in to this writing business. Especially since several members of my family, including one immediate member, have yet to read anything I have written.  However, actions speak louder than words, and for Christmas my husband gave me a gift worth more to me than the price he paid for it.  He bought me a laptop.  Through this gesture, he told me that he really does, and just how much he supports this dream of mine. 

It’s one thing to have a dream and believe that it is possible, even if you don’t know how it’s going to come to fruition.  To have someone believe in your dream, and that you can accomplish it, that my friend is priceless.