Yesterday, something small and official changed everything.
II noticed it when I opened my mail box. The Mindborn's copyright certificate. My name. My own words. on an actual document. For a moment, I simply gazed at the documents as if they were unreal. I've known for a long time that this book was authentic. I've spent years living in its world, after all. I've cried over characters, rewritten chapters, doubted myself, believed again, and doubted again. However, this? There was more to this. a form of evidence that I was unaware I required until I obtained it. And after I saw it, I was unable to accomplish anything productive for the rest of the day. To be honest, I floated.
I was totally useless to everyone, but I walked around with this strange, buzzing excitement. Without a doubt, I opened the photo I took of that document at least ten more times. The paper wasn't the point.
It was what it stood for. The quiet work. No one ever saw. I often question whether I was pretending to be a writer. Here it is: The Mindborn. Written by me. Protected. Recognized. Real. It's only a single step. I am aware of that. It's a big one, though. And I'm allowing myself to feel it today. The joy, the pride, the incredulity. I want to remember this feeling because I didn't think I'd make it here. To put it in writing.
To anyone striving for a dream that seems unattainable: I hope you find your own version of this moment. When it comes, I hope you'll recognize it. And I hope you take a moment to answer, "Yes." This matters.
Even if it's just a tiny step in the direction of realizing your dream.
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