As I think about that moment I can’t help but wonder… what took me so long? If I’ve wanted to write since I was in elementary school, why haven’t I been writing all along? What is it that took fifty three years to get here? Probably a combination of several things:
- I HAD OTHER PRIORITIES – As I grew up, I also became interested in music. By the time I was a teenager, I could see myself as a “rock star”, and visualizing myself as an author took a back seat.
- CONFIDENCE – Because I wasn’t writing very much my confidence level to be able to do an entire book wasn’t all that great. It seemed like a daunting, time consuming task.
- DESIRE – I didn’t have a particular idea that resonated within me and made me WANT to pick up a notepad and start writing. Once I came up with the FEED YOUR ANGEL idea and started writing an amazing series of events began to take place that led me to this time and place where dreams are becoming reality.
Today, I woke up at 4:30am… on a Saturday. One of the few days where I could have slept in. But my mind was racing with all the things I wanted to get done for the book and it’s associated websites. Isn’t this the way life was meant to be? So excited for the day because it’s filled doing what you love?
I’m starting to SEE and FEEL like an author. I’m excited to start looking for speaking engagements when I get back from Denver. Instead of wondering why it took me so long to actually write a book, I know that this publication wasn’t ready to be presented until now, and I’m just the channel it chose. The book is writing itself, I needed the time to prepare to receive it. I needed to meet people who thought it was a good idea. I needed to meet people who knew I could do this before I knew it myself.
When the book is ready, the author appears.