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“Write.” She said.
“I can’t. I feel like my life is spiraling out of control.”
“You need to write.”
“There’s no point.”
“Write. It’s who you are and what you do.”
“I’m just so tired.”
“I know, so write.”
“I don’t know if this is what God is calling me to do. Maybe I’ve wasted so much time, so much energy, so much money. Maybe, this whole time I was just being dumb.”
“You love it. It’s not a waste. You just need to write.” She demanded.
“I hurt. I’m worried. I’m stressed out. I have so much confusion in my brain. I just want my kids to be healthy and happy. There’s too much going on with my family.” I teared up.
“That’s. Why. You. Need. To. Write.” Now she was getting forceful.
“I don’t have anything to write about. I can’t even focus.” I shook my head.
“There is nobody I know who can tell a story like you can. This is your gift. You need to write.”
“Amy, my life is so busy. 11 hours a day dedicated to my job. 3 hours to my husband and kids. 1 for hygiene. The rest is sleep, and that’s not nearly enough with my sleep problems. I’m blatantly exhausted.”
“It will never get better unless you write.”
“What if it is a waste of time? Why would I even do this to myself?”
“You are an inspiration to your family. You give your kids and your clients hope. You are ambitious, and you follow your dreams. People look up to you. You’ve never taken no for an answer. Stop making excuses. I know you’re tired. I know you’re in pain. I know you are worried. But I also know that you need to write. You can’t give up now. You are too close. WRITE!”
So I write.