Dreams do come true

Just a few more you can do this i had told myself encourgingly. I was determined to have it finished by 3:30pm it was 3:19 already. The pressure’s on i thought to myself. A loud thud emerged from my desk as I banged my fist on it and let out a sigh of desperation in need of the perfect finish. I can admit that i was starting to get a bit discouraged by my unfortunate and unusual lack of ideas. I was tired and exhausted (mentally and physically) from spending over half a year perfecting this work. My brain was starting to tell me to stop and have a breather but i couldn’t, no,  not now. Not when i was so close to the end. I pushed and pushed myself to finish. I wasn’t going to give up. I dont believe in giving up something I’ve dedicated alot of time to. I was indeed my own worst critic when it came to writing.

And then it came to me as i relaxed my brain. As the idea spun around in my brain i let out a small celebration and typed. I typed like there was no tomorrow, i typed like the speed of light, i typed until my fingers were red-raw from the constant hitting on my keyboard. Beads of sweat trailed down my face as i spat the ideas out on my work. And there it was the perfect ending to my perfect book: The sun set painting a beautiful picture in the sky with a mix of pink purple and orange, she layed her beautiful head on my chest and gracefully sang as we watched our beautiful daughter play in the glowing light as my final thoughts circled my mind while a meaningful smile spread across my face. We were finally together. A happy family with a brick no longer separating us.

I took a breath. Closed my eyes and put my hands to my head. I tried to bring myself back to reality and ground myself. A huge smile spread across my warm sweating face. I had a weird feeling inside my belly. Happiness? Excitement? Pride? I was so overwhelmed with all these emotions i couldn’t describe exactly what it was. Despite the emotions i can say i was so proud of myself. After writing, typing, correcting and improving until my brain burned out and fingers disintergrated to the bone, i did it. The days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, all that time i used was extremely worth it because i was happy with what i created. Those who told me to never give up and chase my dreams were probably the most important people in my life because without those words of motivation i would never have come this far and publish my very first book. I knew i wouldn’t be able to keep relaxed for much longer. I jumped so quickly from my chair i knocked my cup off the desk. I screamed so loud with excitement and pride i didn’t care about the shards of ceramic i was standing on from the cup i had broken. I was too happy to care about anything at that moment. I was making such a racket of noise i was starting to get complaints from my neighbours (who don’t favour noise at all, yes they were those type of neighbours). 

I forcefully grabbed my phone off my desk and broke the news to everyone on my social media pages. I let out another scream of happiness before i grabbed my jacket and raced out the door to my familys house to celebrate with them. I had moments where i didn’t believe that i had actually published my own book like i was living in a fantasy world. Oh the irony. I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin my happiness because i was so very proud of myself. Yes i sound like a broken record constantly saying im proud of myself because i am proud. Completing and publishing my first book was the first milestone step into becoming a world known author and i couldn’t be any happier.

The support from everyone was surreal. Once they finished congarulating me on publishing my first book, they all said they’d share it with their other friends and get the news shared and spread through other people. Seeing all the support and happiness radiating from everyone not only made me happy but also made me confident. Confident in the fact that this book could not only be just online on the most popular book reading site but also physically published and placed in book stores. Oh how i dream to see that happen. Me, an author with my first book in a book store. That would leave me speechless.

All this has given me motivation to continue to writing more books and hoping i can see one in somebody’s hand one day. Even though it isn’t easy being a writer (brainstorming ideas, planning, creating the plot, hating of the draft, second guessing the entire thing, staying up to ungodly hours of the morning writing, you get the gist) all the blood sweat and tears put into it is definitely worth it to receive all the support and confidence boost after all the second guessing and doubt. I will definitely be thinking about writing another book. I am determined to put myself through it again if it means i can make a reader happy and to never lose their love for reading. Writing gives me a reason to escape the current world and enter my own, where anything can happen, and hope the reader can use my works to escape the world and dive into a completely different world where they can be nothing but themselves. That would make me the happiest author i could know. Im extremely proud of myself for never giving up and pushing through all the second guessing i hope my book and possible future books can inspire young readers to delve deeper into the world of reading and write their own stories.

Dreams do really come true when you put your mind to it i told myself and I'll say that to anyone who ever second guesses themselves dreams or goals. I want them to be as happy as i was when i hit publish this afternoon.