This isn’t the end of my story.
I’ve been waiting a long time to write this story. 2016 will go down in history as the year I started writing it.
What’s funny is, this isn’t the first time I’ve started writing this story. Two times before, to be exact. But I had to crumple it up and throw it away both times.
The first time, I had no plan, no skills, no connections, and no discipline. So the story ended.
The second time, I had no plan, some skills, some connections, some discipline. Some isn’t enough, so the story ended.
I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was. I wasn’t as prepared as I told other people I was.
I like to think of life as having many seasons. Some seasons are incredibly challenging. Some seasons make life feel easy. Most seasons are somewhere in the middle.
Things that are annoying or painful today probably won’t seem so bad in 6 months (you might not even remember them happening).
Things that are going smoothly and wonderfully today might be complete chaos in 6 months. Maybe not. Who knows? You tell me.
Things you have to do during this season aren’t necessarily things you’ll have to do forever. Seasons come and go. We get to choose how we spend them.
Seasons teach us how to survive in all types of weather. Seasons prepare us. Seasons teach us how to adapt to change. Good or bad.
I’ve asked myself for years (and so has everyone who knows me and cares about me) why I’m so hell-bent on writing my story my way. It would be so much easier to just be a part of someone else’s story.
It’s an attractive story, full of ambition, hopes, dreams, passion, excitement, freedom.
It’s also a scary story, full of struggle, pain, worry, blurry lines, temptation, fear.
When you’re just a character in someone else’s story, you really don’t get to fully understand or explore all the pages. You just get mentioned in a chapter or two. If you’re lucky you’ll get to be a main character at least.
Don’t get me wrong, some people live very happily as a part of someone else’s story. They don’t want to know what happens in the rest of the chapters, so they choose to just stay within the lines of the pages, away from any risk that lies outside of them.
There’s nothing wrong with staying within the lines of the pages of someone else’s story. If that makes you happy, then do it with a smile on your face. You get to avoid some risk.
But you’ll also miss out on the rewards that are hidden in the rest of the chapters. It’s not your story to explore.
For 4 years, I had to remind myself daily why I want my own story. I had to watch my peers, acquaintances, and friends beat me to the pen and start writing theirs while I remained chained to the desk of other authors.
I did what I had to do to survive, and I learned everything I could from everyone I could so when the time came I would be prepared.
I vowed I would never burn the pages again. Preparation is key.
July 6, 2016 I began writing my story. I’m excited to see where my imagination will take me.
What’s your story going to be?