A dream of mine is to one day share my stories with the world. When or how it will happen, I'm not sure, but it's something I've been working towards for years. Stories are my passion. They thrill me, make me cry, fill my veins with joy, and beat in time to my heart.
But every dream has roadblocks.
As anyone gets older, there's one question that seems to pop from everyone's lips:
What are you going to do when you grow up?
Near the beginning of my writing journey, when I knew for certain writing and books needed to be a part of my life, I was shy about telling people I wanted to be a writer. I would dance around the question.
Eventually I told people the truth.
I'm going to be a writer.
Some people accepted this with a big smile, a nod, and kindly asked about my writing. A few of these people were writers themselves, and I thrived on their support.
Others weren't convinced. I could see from their strained smiles and hesitant 'mmm'ing that they weren't convinced I could be one, or that it could be a career. They'd quickly change the subject.
I knew that if I told the latter group of people I wanted to be a doctor, or teacher, or lawyer they would light up and tell me what a noble goal that is. Don't get me wrong, I respect people that take the more traditional career path a lot. Their work is super important.
But so are the arts. So is writing, and painting, and drawing, and music, and acting. Dreams to make these passions careers are not temporary things that shouldn't be pursued.
Because, honestly, I can't see a future for myself without writing.
I know there are going to be more roadblocks; I've hit dozens more than this one. That's part of the journey. If you've hit something like this--people who don't believe in you and your dream--know that I believe in you.
You will achieve your dream, no matter what they think.
What is your dream? What roadblocks have you encountered on the path to it? Have people ever doubted your passions too?