…is worth working for.
I HATED that saying as a kid. I really felt like if it’s meant to be, it’ll just come to you.
And…then reality hit.
Mike and I just celebrated our 18 year wedding anniversary. EIGHTEEN YEARS. I’m about to turn 38, so yeah, we got married young.
I’ve known Mike since 7th grade. We dated for a short while in high school and then split. It took a while, but we became friends again. Our marriage hasn’t always been perfect, despite the vomit inducing sweetness I sometimes post on Instagram w/ #RealLifeLoveStories:
I post none of this to brag. Mike has to let a LOT go to be with me. There are times when I’m like – “Dinner? Who cares? Have a bowl of cereal. NOW, do you wanna know what my word count today was??”
I don’t think anyone is married this long without questioning (at some point) if they’d done the right thing in being married. We were very fortunate in that we did that early on, and vowed never to take one another for granted again.
And you might be thinking – What does this have to do with writing? Or anything but you?
Over the past week, as Mike and I kept looking at each other and going – HOLY CRAP EIGHTEEN YEARS! And wanting to high-five each other – I’ve thought about writing.
No author would keep writing if they weren’t truly dedicated. No one would stay married if they weren’t truly dedicated. Publishing can be frustrating. Listening to what people hated about one of your babies can be frustrating. Turning your work over to the public, KNOWING they’ll interpret your words differently than you meant them (at least some of the time) isn’t easy.
But it is worth it.
Working against tight deadlines is worth it.
Slogging through edits is worth it.
Holding your breath for what feels like days when your book releases IS WORTH IT.
Being patient enough to send your book to reader after reader and writers who are better than you, is worth it.
Being married for eighteen years is worth all the trials we’ve faced – big and small.
So. I don’t really believe that “Anything worth having is worth working for” but maybe it’s that the more work we put into something, the more we appreciate it. It’s definitely true in my relationship w/ my husband, and it’s definitely true in my writing life. The harder I work on a story, the more exciting it is to see that story be let into the wild.
I’m also hoping this post earns me enough brownie points with the hubs that he’ll laugh when I don’t cook tonight ;-O