Sometimes in the quiet, or not-so-quiet of my mind, I wonder if my words will matter. This is a dark fear, and it creeps upon me like a shadow, threatening to dash my confidence to carry on. But carry on I always do, because I just can’t seem to help it. Words are a part of me … maybe the best part, because somehow, they have the most chance of actually helping … of being there when I can’t be there … of soothing a heart that stumbles upon them.
Having the “what’s next” type of personality, I often see what I have not accomplished yet, and rarely take time to reflect on what I have. Today, so close to the new year, I decided to look back.
In the past four years I have …
Spoken multiple times a year for both educational and writing audiences
Reached 89 countries through my blog
Gained 1,110 followers
Had my website reached by 17,777 visitors
Had my articles, poems, and posts reach 23,520 views
Written one or more posts a week for four years for a total of 320 posts/articles/poems
Continued writing/editing most of my 17 book manuscripts (I even finished a few)
Published 18 total pieces for Bella Grace Magazine and their affiliate blog, Grace Notes the past two years
Met countless lovely individuals who shared their hearts with me and allowed me the same courtesy
So – in the ways of the publishing world … I have a long way to go. But, I guess I am going to take my daughter’s advice and “Enjoy the ride.” There are so many moments of bliss in the reality that not only do I have something to say, but I have unbelievable, artistic, creative, kind-hearted, kindred-spirits that actually want to read it!
Thank you my friends! Thank you for caring enough to read these ruminations of mine and continuing to believe in me and keep my light lit, even when the shadows threaten. You are my jar of fireflies … my lantern … my fairy dust. Thank you effervescently from the bottom of my illuminated heart.