I’m writing this hoping that it is still Wednesday somewhere on this planet earth. Unfortunately I missed my IWSG post last month and really did not want to miss out again, so I apologize for this post being a tiny bit late!
Lately I have been thinking about my age. I know it might sound strange to some but I feel like I’ve always been one of those people who put pressure on myself to get things done. By now I should have accomplished way more things than what I have already done (according to me of course). I have been told that I have to acknowledge what I have done and seen but I can’t just seem to settle with that being good enough. I need to do EVERYTHING and now.
As of right this second this revision needs to be complete and so perfect it sings by itself, a series will be outlined in detail, a new novel written in a day, queries sent and representation offered AND my debut book should be coming out tomorrow. Realistic right?
I am not afraid of getting old, not at all. I love turning a year older every birthday because I hated my teenage high school years with a passion. What I’m afraid of is not getting things done. I’m afraid that a time will come when nothing will be possible and my dreams will be an unattainable possibility because I simply cannot do the things I want to do because I left it too late.
This problem I have does not only relate to writing but with everything I want to do. Will I see the places I want to see, climb the mountains I want to climb and learn the languages I want to speak? What if I have kids one day and all the dreams and goals that make me who I am suddenly seize to be?
I read this post The mountain will tell me when I am old on Paulo Coelho’s blog and could not have come at a better time, although there are days when I forget this message.
Age does not limit us, our actions do.
I end this post with this with a little expert that I loved.
I decided that this mountain would tell me when I get old.
So once a year, I return to climb this mountain. One day, I will be unable to climb it and when that day comes, it will be a landmark moment, a turning point, telling me that I can no longer overstretch myself that way and that I need to find something else. I will find something else.
So this mountain is a symbol for me – Paulo Coelho
Anyone else feel like this?
Love and light,