Comfort Zone

About a year ago I decided it was past time to get out of my comfort zone.   I was sick of not having (living) the life I had planned for myself.  That’s why I ended up publishing a book this year and will publish 2-3 more by years end.

I’ve written books for as long as I can remember.  I majored in English at college with the hopes that one day I would be a published author and the world would love my stories as much as I did (still waiting for the world to realize I’m here).  Though I worked hard for it, I was terrified of it.  Writing was my passion, my first love, my soul, and what if people hated me or my stories?  This kept me from living my dream.   I don’t know how many times I’ve said, “One day”, only to have years pass by.  The day I hit publish on my book (probably the tenth book I’ve written), my hand was shaking, my heart was pounding, and I cried.  Serious, ugly cry.  It wasn’t pretty.  No one knows me yet, but they will, because I’ll never stop, even if no one ever reads what I put out there, it’s what I do.  I’m a writer.

Publishing hasn’t been the only thing that has gotten me out of my comfort zone.  Tomorrow night I will be taking a burlesque class with a group of friends.  I’m extremely excited and scared shitless!  I’m afraid I’m going to look like an idiot with the grace of a drunken giraffe.  I will not let that stop me!  Tequila will be my liquid bravery, but I shall dance on like no one is watching… no one will actually be watching…..

Keep me (and my joints) in your thoughts as I sweat glitter and find my inner Christina Aguilera.


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