There is something I have been putting off for years. 15 years to be precise, if anyone is counting. Since I was a young girl, I’ve always loved to read. I’d consume book after book, my fondest memories were spending late Saturday mornings with my family at the public library. I was the kid who took The Boxcar Children to the edge of my closed door after bedtime, hoping my parents had left the hall light on. And I’d continue on the journey with Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny until I fell asleep on the floor or my parents caught on, whichever came first.
I as I grew older I gravitated towards mysteries, romantic, and historical fiction. My parents introduced me to an assortment of their favorite authors. My mother adored suspense, dramatics and romance brought to life by authors like Marry Higgens Clark, Danielle Steele, and Agatha Christie. My father on the other hand, found navigating through the thrills of Dan Brown and questioning the laws of social values and human nature with Steven King the ultimate escape.
Through middle school, high school, and college I experienced some of the most inspirational, devastating, mysterious, thought-provoking, earth shattering literature. Because of this alone I am grateful; but I also became passionate, spreading the word about how much I loved reading. More importantly, how much reading had opened my eyes to experiences I’d never have considered before, which subsequently changed my life.
I wasn’t naive, or perhaps I was… let’s be very honest here. I prefer to look at myself as unfailingly optimistic, where most may call me naive. To-mae-to, To-mot-o; you do you friend. But I digress… When I first read The Boxcar Children I knew that there were orphans in the world, but I had never personally experienced this lifestyle or knew anyone who did. So I was continually in awe of how four children who were around my age could be so resourceful and resilient.
Now of course the skeptics will say, ‘This is a fiction book, real orphans do not have the luck or opportunity that they did.’ But what I want to remind them, is whether it’s fiction or non-fiction, it got me thinking about this predicament in real-time. It made me aware that I was privileged to come from a stable home with two parents, not everyone is guaranteed that. I am privileged, to have a spouse, family, and friends who support my ambition; alot of people, even people in my circle, don’t get all the support that they need to truly thrive.
The intention behind sharing all of this with you is to encourage you to follow your dreams. I am here to tell you that it doesn’t matter if it’s been 1 year or 10 years or if you’re 92 on your deathbed and you decide to bring the manifestation you have for your life into reality. This is what I have been putting off for 15 years; today it ends.