The journey to achieving your dreams can be a very long road indeed.
It’s longer than you thought, and filled with more obstacles than you had ever dreamed of. So how do you keep from giving up?
Sometimes I find a look back can be good. Instead of focusing, always, on where you still need to go, turn around and have a moment to appreciate what you have achieved.
Also, celebrate the small victories along the way.
- The first draft is written. Celebrate that.
- The tenth edit completed. Celebrate that.
- Formatting completed. Celebrate that.
- Holding the book in your hand. Celebrate that.
I’ve found that if I celebrate the small victories, then when I’m struggling or faced with something else that has gone wrong, or has taken longer than I wanted it or planned it to take…I can take a moment to see the milestones that I have passed to reach this point. I can concentrate on the fact that I have come this far. I am actually here, at this moment, facing what I need to face because of how far I have already come. That gives me encouragement to keep going, to keep striving and to keep achieving my dream. It may not be much but despite the setbacks, struggles, and discouragement, I’m still here. I’m still working toward my dream.
Day 12 – Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation. Revisit a time when you wish you’d spoken up, reminisce about an important conversation that will always stick with you, or tune in to a conversation happening around you right now and write your reaction. Include an element of foreshadowing in the beginning of your post.
It’s amazing how encouragement and criticism can point you down the same road.
With in four months of each other two events occurred that made me think that perhaps being a writer…an author…was a possible goal for my life. I didn’t act on it for about five years afterwards but that’s beside the point.
Let’s rewind a few years to Year 11 at high school. My English teacher was my absolute favourite that I’d ever had. So when I heard that she was leaving the school at the end of the year I was devastated. It wasn’t just her encouragement though out the year, it was the fact that she made English fun. I wanted to show her how much of an impact she’d made. In the last week of school I braved the impenetrable teacher’s staff room to give her a gift. As I stood in the slight shadow caused by the divider wall around her desk she opened her present. I can not remember her reaction, because it has been overshadowed in my memory by what happened next.
She pulled out a folder. Inside were copies of my assignments. A years worth.
She said that she wanted to take them with her as examples of what future students could achieve. Not only that, she had me autograph the assignment she liked best.Read More »