Today I submitted my first short story to a paying magazine.
It is one step.
In a world that has torn me down for being a woman but not feminine enough. For being autistic, but not autistic enough. For being, but for not being enough, this one step is the biggest towards my goal of being a paid author.
Writing is not easy, but it is fun. The process is comfortable. I can perform it in social isolation with minimal contact with humanity. Navigating the publishing world leaves me having panic attacks.
It is our fear that often stops us.
I finally realized that I would rather fail than to have lived never having tried.
I have read repeatedly to celebrate your rejections as they will bring you one step closer to an acceptance. I plan to take the advice.
I have learned in life that it does not matter if others think you are enough. It only matters that you dare to keep going.
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