This is a remake—an updated version. A better version 🙂
The original post: someone’s favorite author
Something I used to talk about in a lot of my old blogs was the true power of words. Which is why I love short quotes and poems of all sorts. It’s all the really juicy stuff summed up in way fewer words than a whole book—both being equally powerful. Reading of any kind is good for the soul. Quotes are simply quick inspiration.
I do this a lot more when I’m feeling particularly down, but every once in a while, I go on Pinterest and scroll through some quotes. Not necessarily looking for anything—just as more of an aimless task. I remember, on this specific day, I was struggling to find a reason to fight so hard for my writing. Then, a picture popped out and grabbed my attention. I still have it saved on my phone. It was handwritten, in a cursive sort of way. I read it a few times over before it finally settled.
“Someday, you will be someone’s favorite author.”
Yes. I am going to be. Someday. There’s no doubt in my mind any longer. This isn’t to sound cocky or egotistical. But, more in a way that says, “Yes, if I don’t believe it, how will it ever become something real?”
I’ve never been known for giving up. So, when that simple sentence presented itself…someday, I’ll be someone’s Elizabeth Gilbert, Veronica Roth, Rupi Kaur, etc. Of course, I had to believe. I have to believe.
Being that for another means I’ll have to reach a level of success that doesn’t just happen. Getting there is going to be a process. It’s going to take a lot of standing up for myself, a lot of work, and a lot of risks.
I’ve already risked a lot; made a lot of mistakes. However, each and every one of those mistakes have brought me to a new understanding. Each one gives me another perspective. Which, in simpler terms, only brings me closer to the right thing.
I used to worry that all of this was too much for me. That I wouldn’t be able to come up with ideas each time I woke up. Oh, how wrong I was. I come up with new ideas each time I breathe. Though, acting on those ideas is the part I must master. So, each time I open my journal, my phone notes, or my computer and put words down, I’m strengthening that muscle. And, that is a success.
One thing I still agree with is that it’s okay to mope. It’s okay. However, you can’t let it consume you. On some deeper level, you always have to understand that the sun still shines bright behind the storm clouds; you have to accept that clouds are constantly moving…it’s not possible for them to stay above you forever. That’s hard, though. Isn’t it? How do you even begin to imagine the sun when you’ve seen nothing but darkness for so long. What does the sun even look like?
I know some of you feel like everything is trying to pull you down. I get it. We all go through those phases and sometimes they seem to last forever. I do know that accepting it (even though it pisses me off so much to have to accept darkness) is the safest way to get through it. Once you accept that it’s there and let yourself feel it, it’s time to do something about it.
Someday, I am going to be someone’s favorite author. I’m going to have written so, so many more words. I’m going to work. It starts now. It starts with each and every struggle—no matter how big or small. Every good thing that there ever was, has been the outcome of something not-so-good. Every successful person has their own tragic story that fueled them right into the arms of greatness. Use your story.
The only way you’re ever going to get out of that darkness is by doing something about it. It just takes one step to begin that process.
So, what are you going to do about it? I know what I’m going to do. Each morning, I start with my mind. I make sure it’s clear and still. Then, I go about my plans taking each unexpected thing that hits me like it’s nothing. I’m not going to let some wimpy dark cloud take away my sunshine—not for long.
I will always write. Even if it’s just a sentence. Even if no one is reading. I’ll always be here. I’ll always keep fighting. And, someday, I’ll be someone’s favorite author because of it all.