Dear Me,
Sorry to be a bit belated with my Valentine, but I couldn’t let the season pass without showing you a little love. I’m proud of you for all your accomplishments this year. A book published! A novella written! A personal best in an 8K! Leading a discussion at a writer’s conference! Sliding down giant rocks in Asheville (and I know you think that last one was less than graceful – but still, you slid down a waterfall, what?!)
I know that you want more: more people to read your stories, more time to take trips. I know that sometimes you feel overwhelmed. I also know that you are only limited by yourself and so I implore you to stay positive, stay grateful and keep moving forward. You’ve got this.
I also want to remind you to ask for things. Tell people you write, ask them to buy your books and review them. I know this doesn’t come naturally to you. Neither did running. Remember how you used to think your lungs were going to explode when you ran a mile? Now you run three without blinking. Remember how much work training for that first 10K was. This is going to take just as much. Probably more. You also love it a lot more.
I believe in you. When you’re down, when you’re up and when you’re somewhere in between. Sometimes I’m a little voice and sometimes I roar — all you ever have to do is listen.
All my love,
Mary Chris
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