Recently, people have been asking about my journey to becoming an author. So, I thought I’d dedicate this post to sharing the rocky but exhilarating road I’ve travelled in order to see a book with my name on the cover distributed all across the country on March 19, 2019.
It took five years (feels more like a lifetime) to strong-arm this crazy dream into reality. However, even in the midst of literary agents ignoring me, publishers rejecting my work and blank pages making me shake in my sleep, I found myself irrationally energized to keep going.
Each time I was defeated, I put that disappointment into a blender and transformed it into motivation. It’s a skillset I developed and honed over time – not because I’m super human, but because I don’t like to lose.
It hurts my fragile ego.
Also, because throughout this process, I believed in my soul that I had a message to share with mothers that would help turn their self-doubt into strength; I would stop at nothing to get this much-needed relief out in the world. Not to shine a spotlight on myself, but to transfer healing to other women.