In my elementary years, I didn’t do so swell in school. I certainly didn’t think myself smart. Math was some alien language I hated and I quite literally felt there must be something wrong with me, I couldn’t make sense of it. English, reading-spelling class wasn’t much better. My spelling was terrible. It wasn’t until years later that I realized my spelling was affected by my accent. I didn’t have an accent, except, I do.
In high school, I wanted to take drafting. I loved art, and thought it would be awesome to learn to use it for blueprints and such. I finally found something I was a little excited to learn. Then I was taken to the guidance counselor’s office and told I couldn’t do it in such a way for it to seem he was doing me a great favor, steering me away from failure. I know he thought he was doing the right thing. I was a girl, I didn’t do well in math, I needed to aspire to be someone’s secretary.
Let me say, I think the world of secretaries, the things they manage, and how they keep chaos in order for those they work for. We need our secretaries.
I’m not capable of doing that on a daily basis. I need variety and freedom to be.
I graduated high school, taking all business courses and even made the honor roll once, maybe twice. I always squeezed by on years I didn’t do so well and just did enough.
I didn’t plan to make writing and art my career. I didn’t even know I could have a career. If someone would’ve told me all those years ago that I would have 14 published novels, after working hard to learn the writing craft, I would’ve thought it was cool and a little crazy (considering my spelling handicap. Good editors are amazing). If they would’ve told me people would love my art, that would’ve made me very happy and I would’ve studied to improve my art a lot earlier than I did. If they added that I would have had a hand in starting and then working for and then running a publishing company that broke boundaries and paved new roads in the publishing industry, all from my very small town while raising a family, I would’ve thought they were crazy.
The point of this blog post is: don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do what you dream and desire to do. Sometimes we have limitations, but if you want something badly enough, you can find a way to make it work. Or pave new roads to reach the goal.
We are all capable of amazing things. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.