08/24/2023
At two years old my father asked me a question that most parents would ask their toddler…
“When are you finally going to start paying your half of the rent?”
Just kidding…
What he asked me was, “What do you want to be when you grow up”
And immediately, somehow, my two-year-old brain came up with the answer of “an author”, a strange answer for someone who’d just learned how to read.
Almost two and a half decades later, here I stand, fulfilling the very dream that was set into motion by that two-year-old.
I’d be lying if I told you that the majority of the journey leading up here was anything but frightening.
On the road to bringing this two-decade-old dream to life, I found myself in seasons of crippling doubt, and all-consuming fear.
For years, I evaded my deepest yearning, using excuses like “practicality” and “realistic” to keep myself from venturing forth into my dream.
I was afraid then, and I am afraid now, the only difference is, that I finally allowed myself to do it even while afraid.
I feared the response and the lack of response.
I feared the judgment and the inevitable criticism.
I feared that I was not “author material”, having no fancy letters connected to my name, and no Ivy League school to boast of.
Yet even through that fear, I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote some more.
And today, I am proud to announce that I not only wrote, but I published.
And I can honestly say that I am proud of my work, why?
Because this was is book that the two-year-old me needed.
This is the book that would have kept the dream alive in that child who was so certain of his destiny.
This is the first step in a very big dream.