I overheard a conversation the other day that got me thinking. It was a conversation about some Oprah book...something about a Secret...something about the power of positive thinking...I'm sure many of you know what I'm talking about. I haven't read the book, but I understand enough about the principle to get by.
Now, I tend to be a glass is half empty kind of gal...some might say pessimist...realist...whatever...when I focus on myself, I usually veer toward the negative. I can be the biggest cheerleader for everyone else but deep down, for me, I'm usually expecting the worse...it's hard to be disappointed in people that way. Not great, I know.
This conversation I overheard got me thinking about my sweetest dream as writer...I desperately desire to hold my own book in my hand one day...like a paperback...(or hardcover) copy of my own written word. My journey toward this dream has been a slow one and at times (especially lately) I've gotten pretty disheartened, despite the progress I've made. I've seen so many of my writer friends get their own books in print...tucked back my jealousy at seeing their hands curled around those precious copies...all the while longing for it to happen to me.
I'm not one to buy into pseudo-psychology mumbo jumbo...I don't read self-help books or "secret" Oprah picks...but I will tell you something...that conversation reminded me that sometimes you've got to take a chance and put yourself out there...sometimes you've got to give yourself over to the positive side.
So...I've got this dream to hold a printed copy of my own book in my hand one day and from this moment on that is the only reality I am thinking of.
It. Is. Going. To. Happen.
I promise you that.