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.