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A Cinderella Story?

Sometimes, it just doesn’t seem real.

I’m moving forward with my writing and my life in a way that I never thought would actually happen. Being the queen of procrastination, I’m quite good at coming up with excuses as to why something hasn’t been done.

But it seems to be happening. And now what? What happens when I really start to get doing exactly what I want to be doing? It’s a bit scary.

It doesn’t involve money. For me, it really has never been about that. I just wanted enough to be able to eventually get a facial and manicure every month – although I’ve never had either so who knows if I even want those on a regular basis. Maybe just frequent shopping sprees. People who don’t have any money do that so I can’t possibly need a fortune to hit the mall every once in awhile.

They always say, do what you love and you will succeed. For a while, I was sure that I could just blame my failures on the fact that I wasn’t doing what I loved.

And when did I stop being worried about failing? It was like this dirty little secret I had with myself. ‘

“Don’t tell anyone you are afraid to fail. They’ll never know. Just don’t do anything worthwhile. And keep making up reasons why you’re not doing exactly what you want to do. Be really good at something you hate. Take all the praise and tell everyone ‘it was nothing’.”

That’s not far from the truth because it actually is just that – nothing.

I have a renewed faith in myself. I won’t kick a gift horse in the mouth and try and figure out where it came from. I thank my lucky stars and my fairy godmother for being the little voice inside my head.

And hope that my chariot doesn't turn back into a pumpkin.

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