There’s something about Tuesdays that I just love.
Today is particularly special because it’s 12/12 and the number twelve holds a symbolic meaning for me.
Not only is it my favorite number, but it also symbolizes a cycle of completion.
When I was in the eighth grade, I had an English teacher, Ms. Hayes, who was one of the first people to tell me that I was an amazing writer.
I started working on writing a book that year, but I didn’t finish it because I didn’t believe I had anything to say worth writing about.
Again in tenth grade, Sister Connie, who thought I had plagiarized a poem I had just written, not even an hour before our class started, was another person who believed I was a talented writer.
Still, I didn’t think I was good enough.
I can recount several occasions where people in my life encouraged me to follow my passion, but I was scared.
Scared that I wasn’t good enough, worthy or talented.
Since the eighth grade, I’ve said I wanted to write a book. That was 18 years ago.
For eighteen years, all I did was talk about it. I spent so much time talking about it and far less time actually writing it.
So I stopped talking about it and started doing it.
I finally sat down and started writing.
I have to admit, I thought for a second that I was fearless.
That I had somehow overcome the fear of not feeling good enough because I was sitting down and working towards the dream I’d held on to since I was twelve years old.
But the fear didn’t stop. It’s still there.
Even now as I’m writing this, I’m scared.
Scared that I’m a failure. Scared that I’m a fraud. Scared that I won’t finish what I’ve started.
But then I think about the fact that just two years ago, I wrote a note to myself saying that I would have my book finished by December 2017 and here I am just three chapters away from being finished.
And although the fear is still there, I’m not allowing it to captivate me. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I didn’t want to share this because I was scared that if I announced it publicly and didn’t finish the three chapters, I would be a fluke; looked at as just another person that is always talking about something without actually doing it.
That’s not going to happen this time because I won’t allow myself to quit.
I will finish what I’ve started.
And I’m scared. I’m afraid, but I’m doing it anyway.
I am beyond proud of myself for setting a goal and working to get it done.
You can’t just believe in your dreams, you have to plan and then act.
And not only will I have finished writing my book, I’ve also co-written a chapter of a book with my mother, Bridging the Gap, and wrote a children’s book.
When you set goals it’s not enough to just envision them, you must also establish a strategic plan to accomplish them.
Your dreams aren’t going to create themselves.
Think about the goal(s) that you want to accomplish for 2018. Write it down. Make a plan. Then work towards it. That’s all it takes.
You have the power to make all your dreams come true.
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