“Aim for the moon, at the very least you’ll land among the stars.”
Makes sense right? You aim for the very very best and even if you fall a bit short you still know you did well, you’re still proud of what you’ve accomplished.
I have big dreams. They involve hard cover books read on sandy beaches or placed carefully in the center of the “staff picks” table at big book stores around the world. I’m working towards that goal one paragraph and one edit at a time. It’s not a fast road, nor an easy one, though and it’s often an overwhelming and discouraging one.
There are many days when I don’t want to sit down and open my computer, days when I’d rather do anything but edit. It would be so easy to take a full time job, file the novel away for good, retire my blog, cancel my Twitter account, and just not do any of it any more. I would have so much time all of a sudden. I’d be able to go back to knitting. I’d have more time to spend with my husband. I’d have more time to be a better wife, mother, homeowner. Even better I wouldn’t constantly be trying to juggle work, kids, and passion. I could just focus on work and kids.
It would be like being on vacation. An unplugged vacation. Heaven really.
Except after a vacation you go back to working toward your goals. And if I quit, if I gave up writing, blogging, and everything, there would be no going back. I’d have nothing feeding my soul.
I remember what it was like before I really believed in what I was trying to accomplish. I remember what it was like to punch a clock without doing something to help my creative side thrive. As much as I crave the peace of a simpler life, an unplugged life, I never want to go back there.
I’d rather keep reaching for the moon. Reaching for books that will be read on sandy beaches.
This post was written in response to this week’s Sunday Scribblings prompt “Big Dreams.” Please click here to see how others have responded to the prompt.