You’re supposed to remember the dates of big anniversaries.
I didn’t.
I totally missed it.
Monday marked the one-year anniversary of the publication of my novel. It wasn’t even a bleep on my radar; I am wrapped up in other things and didn’t take a moment to reflect on the last year.
Anniversaries are for remembering. For reflecting on what has happened since you embarked on whatever it was: marriage, children, jobs, schools, a project come to fruition, etc.
I’m still the same old person I used to be (and I do mean old). I go about my daily routines in the same way I always did. I take care of my family, make lunches, teach courses, go out with friends, attend sporting events, and see my family regularly. Not much has changed, really.
Except for one thing: I set a goal, and I attained it. I am satisfied. From the time I was in high school, I said to myself, “Someday I will publish something. I will put a story out there.”
I encourage all people with dreams to never stop dreaming. Set your goals, and work toward achieving them. Whether you self-publish a novel or get a publisher; whether you run a marathon or do a 5K run fundraiser; whether you take swing dance courses or cooking classes and learn new steps or create a masterpiece cake.
One year ago…
On this one-year anniversary, I’m glad I can say I did it. And, hopefully, within the year, I will say I did it again.
One little goal at a time.
