It's taken me ten months, but I am finished with the major overhaul of A Doorway Back to Forever: Believe. I had the sister missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints over for lunch, and I told them all about it. That's a HUGE DEAL for me. After moving last month to a new state, a new ward (church congregation) and a new life, I need to step out and make myself known. Today was great. I feel like everything is falling into place.
The Insecure Write's Support Group has given me confidence beyond my own. Funny, I joined the group to feel safe in listing my insecurities about writing, but instead, it's given me the strength to overcome them when I thought I had none.
That reminds me of a moment when I was a child. My football-player-sized brother was lifting weights in the basement and none of his buddies could come over to spot for him (help with lifting the bar if it got too heavy for him). So he dragged my scrawny self downstairs and told me to stand over the press while he lifted five hundred pounds. He heaved, sweated, grunted, pushed, and when he got shaky it was my job to reach down and pull on the bar. A couple of times I did, and I was amazed at what happened. I didn't even make it budge. But the image of someone above him, helping him when he was about to give up, was all my brother needed to gain the strength to continue. I felt great for helping (even if it was only psychological) and I learned a lot about the buddy system. IWSG, thank you for spotting me!
The Insecure Write's Support Group has given me confidence beyond my own. Funny, I joined the group to feel safe in listing my insecurities about writing, but instead, it's given me the strength to overcome them when I thought I had none.
That reminds me of a moment when I was a child. My football-player-sized brother was lifting weights in the basement and none of his buddies could come over to spot for him (help with lifting the bar if it got too heavy for him). So he dragged my scrawny self downstairs and told me to stand over the press while he lifted five hundred pounds. He heaved, sweated, grunted, pushed, and when he got shaky it was my job to reach down and pull on the bar. A couple of times I did, and I was amazed at what happened. I didn't even make it budge. But the image of someone above him, helping him when he was about to give up, was all my brother needed to gain the strength to continue. I felt great for helping (even if it was only psychological) and I learned a lot about the buddy system. IWSG, thank you for spotting me!
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