Throwback

The above post became much longer than actually intended. This afternoon, I sat in my chair reading a magazine. For some that is nothing special, for me, it is something that almost never happens anymore. In this Magazine was an article about being kind to oneself and about allowing oneself to take pride in achievements and successes. I tend to hide or downplay these things. I want to be seen and visible, but I don’t want to bother people with my own stuff. And I want to tell everyone how proud I am to have published these books, but I don’t want to be ridiculed. When I first mentioned that I was writing, I was dismissed. When I published my first book, they laughed about it and rolled their eyes. I am not sure why the reactions were like that – didn’t they think I had the talent or ability to write? Was the idea of doing something creative too vague or unrelatable? I don’t know. But I kept writing and since 2018, I also published my own books, using my own name. Believe me, that took some thinking and a lot of courage, but I did it anyway.

Word Thief seems to become my most visible work yet. It’s certainly the song Daniel Cavanagh wrote for it. But it’s also the library and the centre for literature and the author’s dictionary, too.

I almost don’t dare saying it, but I deserve the good things – I put a lot of work and emotions into it and I am allowed to feel positive and proud of my books and my words.

There are people all around the world who encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone. Many don’t even know it, but sometimes all it takes is the right words that feel like a blanket or a hug. I am grateful for all of this and it is not taken for granted. ❤️💜❤️💜