I’ve heard it said that ‘good things take time’.
My brain knows this to be true. It’s an understanding planted deep in my bones.
But my heart believes in the pull of purpose.
The idea that every person, at some point in their life, will stumble upon one thing that truly speaks to them.
This thing will light a fire in the belly never felt before. Force a pause. Change world views.
It’s easy to get carried away chasing the pleasure of these foreign feelings – even perhaps a whole new sense of self.
If you’re lucky, you find this special thing early in life. Maybe it’s a hobby. A vocational calling. A significant other or a muse. Perhaps you’ve even been able to translate your thing into a career.
Sometimes the stars don’t align so easily.
My ‘thing’ is poetry.
The college experience I had was strenuous and rushed. Steamrolling through school with the sole goal of graduating in three years instead of four didn’t leave much time for self-exploration or letting loose.
Somewhere in the middle of chasing multiple degrees, I found myself in a required Intro to Poetry course.
I’m an academic at heart. And though I loved to read, I thrived on analyzing and critiquing what others wrote. I never truly considered writing on my own… until one professor single-handedly forced me to recognize and draw out the words lurking under the surface all along.
After a year, I had a book’s worth of poems. But what could I do with them?
I tried query letters to publishing houses. Chapbooks. Networking. Looking for work in the publishing world just to get my foot in the door. A year later, and nothing had worked.
Enter Amazon and Self Publishing
Amazon and their sub company, CreateSpace, are a vehicle for self publishing for authors like myself – itching to release their work to the world with no publisher, no connections, and no extra cash to pay for formatting and design services.
Don’t get me wrong, even this hasn’t been easy. When the first proof of my book came in the mail this week and I still wasn’t completely satisfied with the finished product, I was crushed.
I almost considered just letting it go as-is purely because I was just so tired of being stuck on this project. But then my mom reminded me:
Good things DO take time.
So if you’ve found a thing that speaks to you, enjoy the process of working with it.
Make the most of every minute your thing consumes.
Don’t allow yourself to settle for less than your passion deserves.
Trudge on – no matter how many re-dos or roadblocks.
Keep the fun alive 🙂
And keep a look-out for my book, Cradle The Mass, available soon!