Today is IWSG day, a monthly event Alex Cavanaugh started to get writers sharing about their insecurities and other stuff going on in their lives.
What makes this particular IWSG post special is that today is my birthday. Birthdays, for me, tend to be a time of self-assessment. For the last few years, these reflections often veer into something like “I’m X years old, and I’m still an unpublished author. Bah.”
While 2015 had its ups, it also came with downs. Fall was especially tough and emotionally challenging. Through these challenges, I found myself better appreciating the beauty of what was around me. A few incidents, unfortunately, also opened my eyes to the ugliness in some people around me. Maybe I had to experience the ugly in order to better cherish what's beautiful.
During my student days, getting through a tough test made me better enjoy the clean crisp air outside, regardless of how I think I scored. It was just a relief to be out.
Likewise, today, rather than lamenting that I’m still an unpublished author, I just feel grateful for my family and friends (especially my true writer friends who have been so supportive over the years), that I have a 90% completed first draft of a YA manuscript, a PB manuscript in progress, a metaphorical garden of ideas, and that even though I'm not a published fiction author yet, I am blessed to work as a professional journalist.
What do you think about on your birthdays?