I was determined not to stop and walk -- no matter what. I labored through mile after mile, surprised at how much my legs hurt. At times, I thought I was going to die.
It wasn’t pretty, but I made it. I had run seven miles, a feat I wasn't sure I could do considering I hadn't exercised in weeks.
But something kicked during the first mile. The determination to finish, to persevere. It reminded me of my writing journey. How important it is to hold onto our dreams and not give up.
On Saturday, my literary agency (AKA Literary) held a conference call with its authors. We come from around the country -- East Coast, West Coast, Midwest. I’m so blessed to be part of this amazing group. And I’ve come to realize just how special this agency is.
How many agencies hold conference calls where all of the authors join in? How many agencies have a Facebook group where authors can connect and encourage one another? How many authors have leaders like Terrie, Neil, Louise and James who believe in them and work tirelessly to place their work?
During our call, we discussed, among many things, the importance of perseverance. I think it was a discussion we all needed to hear.
Last night as I crawled into bed, I thought my legs were going to fall off, but my heart felt good. It’s the kind of feeling that comes from not giving up, from giving it everything you’ve got and succeeding.
I know that one day I’ll be able to say that about my literary journey, and I will never ever forget how difficult it was or the people who encouraged me and helped me succeed. Thank you for believing in me and for never giving up, even when I was tired and the goal seemed impossible.
"The will to persevere is often the difference between failure and success." --David Sarnoff