“You have to do something with this,” I said. “Now!”
I challenged her to spend the next year working on moving forward with her project. Not necessary finishing it and publishing/manufacturing it but getting it to a point where she could show people what she had and what it could do in the market. Getting herself to a point where she could move forward doing what she wanted.
Satisfied with my cheerleading, I sat back and sipped my coffee.
“And what about you?” Chelsea asked. “What are you going to do with your writing?”
I dodged the question for a bit but then realized that I wasn’t doing what I told myself I would when we moved to Nashville. I wasn’t writing. Or rather, I wasn’t finishing anything. “I challenge you do something with your writing.” she said.
Challenge dared into acceptance, I set out to finish… well, something. In the past year I’ve started writing daily. Sometimes it’s just for this blog but sometimes, I actually write more than my morning blurt. Sometimes. I’ve even managed to finish something AND show it to someone other than my imaginary self. And then – brace yourself – actually sent a few things out and gotten some lovely and quite personal rejections back.
I have a tendency to be hard on myself. To scold for the “ I almost did it” and not celebrate the small victory. And so today, I celebrate the little tiny triumph that is my creative emotional purge. I celebrate pushing the ‘publish’ button on my website every morning even when I’m not awake enough to proof read the post. I celebrate getting emotionally naked on a regular basis. I celebrate the little moments in my day when I’ve been able to shut out all the noise and doubt and fear that is in my head and just write. And I celebrate putting my self out there for rejection more than once and being okay with the big fat “Nope.”
Yea me!!! Well done!!! Yippee!!!
... Now what?