It hit me today. This is not some game in my head, or some weird fantasy I'm playing with. I'm a published writer. I've written a book, and it's going to be on a site, and I will eventually get some kind of pittance from it...I'm starting the dream.
I don't know where this is going to go. I know where I'd love for it to go, but I still have so much in front of me. The future isn't written yet, and that makes me smile. It means I can be taken by surprise, and just blindsided by things like sudden success.
Because once I settled in to make a go of this, I didn't struggle as long as others have. It wasn't a ten year fight, or rejection after rejection. Maybe that's going to mean I haven't worked as hard, and that somehow I'll pay for that later, but I won't complain about the present.
I won't ruin this joy by contemplating bad things in the future. I'm going to simply focus on the future, and keep growing, and become better. I will earn this wonderful gift I've been given.
