As I sit and ponder my journey since I began writing novels, I think of all the times I started to tell a story but never finished it. During my childhood, I wrote quite a few short stories. I wish I still had them. Maybe they're hidden in my dad's attic somewhere awaiting being found by one of my grandchildren after I'm gone. Who knows! As a teenager I started writing a couple of different books, but I feared rejection and failure, so I stopped before getting too far into them and discarded them all. If I ever discover a portal in time, I may venture back to those days and sneak into my old bedroom, without my teenage self knowing, and salvage them. I'm quite certain that none of them would stay the same if I happened upon them and tackled writing them now that I'm an adult and mother.
Honestly, there is a part of me that wants to kick myself for not overcoming my fears sooner, but the truth of the matter is that waiting to gain life experiences and perspective has probably made me a much better author than I would have been in my younger days, so I suppose everything has played out the way it was meant to unfold.
So, what has your journey in your destiny and life been like? Do you have memories of childhood dreams? Did you fear failing in them? Have you overcome those fears and ventured to climb that rainbow in hopes of finding not a pot of gold but rather your destiny awaiting you at the end?
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