I’m going to go! Well, I think I’m going to go. I’m pretty sure I’m going. Where, you ask? New York City.
Oh, it’s too silly even to tell you, but I will. It is a matter of striking out to do something you really want to do, despite it seeming impossible. If I accomplish this, and don’t die -I will be stronger!
It is time I stopped relying upon others to carry me through. When I am in doubt, I always have them to lean on. There is no one to lean on now! I’ve asked everyone I could think of to attend this event with me, and everyone turned me down. Sure, their reasons were legit, but it leaves me facing this scary trip alone.
Am I scared? You bet! I’m terrified! The Big Apple is a potentially dangerous place to be a single woman wandering the streets. Streets that are foreign to my eyes. People that are aliens in nature, compared to myself.
Still, my niece just went to Harvard for a year of extended learning. She is nearly a day away from home and alone. How did she, at 20ish find the courage to embark upon such a journey? Belief in herself!
If I want to convince each of you that I am capable of writing novels that thrill and excite your minds, stirring your hearts, I must believe in myself. This trip, I hope, will give me that confidence. Conviction in my strength as a writer, a woman, and as a mother(grandmother).
I would love to hear how each of you fought through yourself-doubt and conquered your fears. If you don’t mind saying a little prayer for this trembling old woman, I think…I will feel a whole lot better.