From a very young age, I have written and performed stories.
When I got out of my parent’s basement, I actually had people pay me to do what I loved. I wrote comedy sketches, TV scripts, and then, in 1989, a big play about the premature birth of my daughter — Miracle Mother. I say “big” because it was a hit and earned me award nominations and national recognition.
Then I wrote a story about my mentor, Mari Hopps, whom I loved like a grandma, and it got panned across the board. With failure came doubt — the kind of doubt that gets up ahead of you in the morning wearing pink panties and eating bonbons.
I had writer’s block — an RV in India after the monsoon kind of writer’s block.
I took artist dates and gathered acorns and drew pictures of my inner child while my husband babysat the outer ones. I filled one journal after another, each page a landfill site of emotional baggage.
After I downloaded the fear, I realized ONE thing:
Failing and succeeding felt exactly the same.
On the one hand, my success made me think, “I will never write anything this good again.” On the other hand, my failure made me think, “I will never write anything good again.”
It was a no win.
So it was time to step outside my inner-child’s notebook and woman up.
I had to go back to doing what I loved doing: writing, creating and teaching. And so it began. And so it continues. Each day, doing the BICPOP: butt in chair, pen on paper.
What about you? When you meet with a setback in any area of your life, how do you motivate yourself to keep going? Leave your comment below so we can all benefit. Thanks!
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