One of the hardest parts about growing up is coping with the number of years you’ve been alive. Ha! Okay, that sounds off, so let me explain better…
Take two: The most difficult part about growing older is dealing with and accepting the number limit we have (subconsciously of course) put on our lives. It’s the old, “By the time I’m 35 I’ll have 4 kids, a house in Hawaii, and have a billion dollars in the bank,” road block.
We set it firmly, then we watch the number approach and pass us. Then we pull out the jar of nutella and have a pity party. Because life may be a lot of things, mostly a hot mess, but it’s never predictable.
Best laid plans and all that… Let’s take me for example:
- I’ve plotted out book I’ve never finished.
- Written books I’ve never plotted.
- Written full books and never edited them.
- Edited books that should have been set on fire.
- Written stupid things to agents in desperate moments.
- Cried in my cereal whilst grasping my flash drive, begging it to explain why it’s contents is never ever ‘good enough’.
- I’ve had my tarot cards read to show me exactly HOW I’d finally obtain the title of ‘author’ I so desperately want.
- I’ve joined writing groups
- I’ve quite writing groups
- Made writing friend
- Taken writing classes
- Danced in the shadows of a solar eclipse while chanting, “Book Gods!! Hear my pleas!!”
- Thrown handfuls of salt on my WIPs at dawn to keep all my characters on their path.
- Left silver coins in the moonlight to collect the lunar wisdom before clutching them tights as I wrote a new scene
- Used the same coin to do laundry, because clean socks are nice when you’re writing.
- And I’ve even made up a list filled with utter lies about the extent I’m willing to go, in order to entice the books gods into finally giving me that “hells yes” response to a query letter–all before [insert age here,] and you know what?
My birthday still came an went. Know what else? I’M STILL HERE!
So, it’s easier to say, “Age is just a number” than it is to feel the damn sentence is true. But guess what? AGE IS JUST A NUMBER. Want to know what age you should stop trying at? Well I can’t tell you because I have no idea how old you’ll be when you die.
If you find something that makes your heart soar when you do it (for me writing, and well, eating) and you give it up because you’re [insert age here] years old…
Yeah. The Power Rangers are flummoxed by this response. Don’t flummox the Power Ranges. They have enough on their plate.
And better yet… GO WRITE SOMETHINGS.