But then I made a beeline for the box I saw sitting in the kitchen waiting for me. We all gathered round as I slit through the tape and opened the box. What a thrill to see my books. I picked one up, stroked the cover, fanned through the pages, looked inside for details. It was beautiful!
I have always wanted to be a writer. As a grade-schooler, I filled many school notebooks with “novels” about orphan pioneer girls; when I was a teenager I wrote poetry and short stories. And then, as an adult, I pursued other careers (Computer Programmer, Piano Teacher, Music Theorist), married, and became a mother. My writing was pushed aside.
But in the back of my mind, I still hoped to one day be a published author. When we moved to the States a few years ago, I was not allowed to work and in essence became “retired” at the young age of 50. As I tried to fill my days, it suddenly occurred to me that if I was ever to write a novel, that was the time. Either I do it, or stop dreaming about doing it.
And now I can hold my book in my hands. It is the realization of a life-long dream. There is nothing to compare to what I felt in seeing the culmination of what began as an idea in my head, then became a Word document on my computer, and now is an actual book.
Can you imagine? What is your life-long dream and how will you make it happen?