For most of my life, I've wanted to publish a novel but I've been busy living other lives and it is only in the last few years that I've become serious about it.
Now I am old enough to bump up against the possibility that it may never happen.
Instead of being depressed about this, I find great freedom in this realization.
Dreams can be shackles and to age well is to let go of shackles. The older I get, the more I realize how little control I have. This is forcing me to release my grasp and enjoy the ride of life with all its mountains and valleys. In the end, I will measure my life by how much I've laughed and loved, not by how many books I've published.
That doesn't mean I've given up on the novel. I'm working harder than ever. It means I can do it with a lighter heart.
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