I haven’t mentioned it in a long time, but I am writing a book. Me and about a million other people. It seems everyone is writing a book. Or wants to.
Before I started the writing process, I didn’t know how hard it would be. In fact, I thought it would be simple. Not easy. Just simple.
I knew what I wanted to write. I knew how to write. I had the time to write. I felt the call to write. My goal was in sight. The path seemed straight. I could do this.
And then, as quickly as I started, obstacles got in my way. Big scary obstacles.
I got stuck. I got sick. I got distracted. I got discouraged, confused, frustrated, overwhelmed, bogged down. I wasn’t just ready to quit. I quit.
Fortunately, my family and two close friends came alongside and helped me get back in the race. They kept me afloat.
A tad bit wiser, I started again. Writing. Writing. Writing. Floating. Floating. Floating.
This time, I realized the journey was going to be far from simple. It would take energy, commitment and skill. It would also take people. Writing a book is not a solitary act.
It takes people. Lots and lots of people. People in the process help you navigate around obstacles instead of getting sucked under.
You need family and friends. Cheering you on and holding you accountable. Keeping you afloat.
Even if it means they have to get in the water with you. Listening for the hundredth time while you work out a problem in the narrative. Reading page after page of really bad writing. Waiting days… months… a year for the next installment.
Some days, the finish line seems miles away.
But I am closer than when I started, and I am probably closer to crossing it than I think I am. At least that is what one of my friends told me the other day.
She reminded me of my why. She reminded me of my gift. She reminded me of my call. She told me I could do it. That she believed in me.
That one sentence.
I believe in you.
Is all I needed to remind me to get back in the race and finish strong. Writing a book. Raising a family. Hosting a duck race. It doesn’t matter. We need each other.
We are the secret to staying afloat. We are the secret to finishing the race.
Who has been there for you this week? Share your story in the comments. Give them a hug. Tell them thank you. Then get back out there and finish your race.