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“Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.” Henry Ford
One kind word, one heart to soften, one voice to speak up, one person to influence with grace. It only takes one. From there that one may grow.
I wrote a book. A story about, well, my story. My life, loves, good and bad, all there. A huge undertaking that lasted five years plus. It took a team, magically, with great timing that showed up. A history of my relationships in search and in love, mistakes, my lessons, my wierdo dates.
Other than being a single parent of three children, “A Man for Every Purpose” was the biggest undertaking of my life. My heart pushed to accomplished this and I followed my heart with a vengeance. I was told no way. I was told it will never happen. I was told so many before me tried and failed. I would not back down. I would not let go of possibilities. I would not let go of the fact that one person can make a difference. One voice can make a difference.
This book became a purpose, a calling. A heartfelt knowledge that my voice could be heard, could be related to. I did not need a fancy degree. I did not need approval. I needed passion, drive and a relentless quality to be persistent. I did not give a damn about the percentages because it only took one. One heart, one soul, one life, one change, dare I say, one fan. It only takes one.
The naysayers could shove it!!!!!!! I was on a path tearing my way through the jungle of millions that knew more, that did better. Those that had agents, publishers, and publicists. They had email lists, and followings. That would not scare me off I did not give a fig. My jungle path did not see those that were clearly successful. I did not dare compare. I was tearing my way through nonetheless. Did I take notice of their success? Of course. Did I let the odds or someone else’s brilliance intimidates me? No. I was inspired by them.
To me the success was that one, period. All I cared about was reaching across the divide. The divide that existed when I needed a hand. When I went through divorce with two small children. When I felt alone and I should not have. I felt like a failure, I failed at marriage. Marriage seemed to work to my left and right.
I wrote this book because single and dating should never feel like a curse. The lessons we learn along the way bring us closer to compassion and a deeper sense of who we are.
I had many people tell me, if I could only write about my dating experiences It’d be a whooper.
I did. I did it for me, I did it for those like me. I did it for you.
Why not? Why stop at no? Why not fail? It is the courageous that fail and learn and with scrapped up knees to keep on going.
I’m not a super hero. I’m just a regular Jane sorting my own life out. I’m just a regular girl that had a heartfelt calling to push forward, I just went after it. I fell, but I found the finish line…now what?
That one person to make a difference? Reaching across the divide, because there is no dived, the book is done. That one person is every person.
My Mantra: “All of the blood sweat and tears was worth it if I can help anyone with my words”