My first article that I submitted for publication was finally published.
After going through the publishing process of pitching an idea, submitting, having editors review the submission and make changes, someone decided that what I had created has quality.
This isn’t a paid article. Millions of people didn’t read it. Thousands didn’t share it.
But none of that matters.
What matter is someone else validating my work. It’s affirmation that the stuff I’m putting out in the world isn’t fruitless. I’m not a narcissist that doesn’t have a clue about life. There are others that can relate and want to read what I’m putting out there.
It’s a humbling and grateful experience.
I can’t wait to have more good news. Every small step is a step towards the ultimate goal.
Once my name’s out then I can start giving the voiceless a voice.
Here’s to the first step in speaking for the unspoken!
We enter adulthood and try our best to fit on the corporate hamster wheel.
We convince ourselves that job security and benefits are the way to find fulfillment in life. Until the day the wheel breaks and we find ourselves tumbling into an unknown abyss.
That’s where I found myself this week. I probably handled it better since I had been preparing all month for this event. I didn’t think it was actually going to happen, but sometimes your spirit prepares you for things.
After always having a job since I was sixteen and working over forty hours a week, I find myself in unknown territory. I have down time. i have an open schedule. I’m learning terms like severance package and unemployment.
Instead of rushing to end this period as quickly as possible, I’m taking the road less traveled. I’m going to focus on my true goal of being a writer. Not many times in life are you able to take time to focus. I don’t want to squander this gift.
Sometimes all it takes is happy thoughts to sprout your own wings.