I am currently working on writing a book. I am looking into getting it published in the near future. I have always wanted to write a book…purely because, I get enjoyment out of writing. It is therapeutic to me. I was reminded of today of why I write. For all those naysayers out there that say I can’t. For all the times I have been rejected. For all the people who tell me I will never to be able to make a living with my creativity. For all those people that say I can’t.
My work is worth more than $11.75 an hour. It is worth sharing. It is worth sharing for all those people who care. It is worth sharing so people know they are never alone in their journey. Worth sharing so people have hope. Maybe it will inspire someone else, to share their beauty, knowledge, and creativity.
Then I am reminded why I gave up my dreams at such an early age. Because of the naysayers out there that told me I couldn’t follow them. They told me my dreams wouldn’t make me any money. Well, neither is what im doing now. What have I got to lose? For all those naysayers out there my dreams are worth more than $11.75 an hour. I’m going to follow them, fight like hell. I am not giving up.