Writing is a wonderful hobby. It’s inexpensive, very portable, and it’s a skill we practice in our everyday lives. But then when writing became something more, it became a passion, something I wanted to really practice and refine. That meant making a profession of it. And a dream was born.
I sit down to start writing, and at first it feels hard, impossibly hard. What foolishness made me ever presume I could write anything of consequence. I don’t know what to write. But, I have to try, give it a proper effort, so I keep jotting down rubbish.
Life can often feel like walking a tightrope, struggling to balance between extremes like ambition and contentment, confidence and humility, success and failure. We are taught to do our best, to strive for success, but also accept the reality of setbacks, and failure.