Hello Ebi! Hello Fam!
Since this is #MotivationalMonday, I’m sharing one of my favorite blog posts from 2014. I hope the message resonates with you! 😊
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Two weeks ago, I visited the Outer Banks or (OBX) as the regulars call it. My family and I were given one more chance to run through the sand and surf. Summer had begun to graduate into fall and the wind rolling off the sea was brisk. My boys were pretty stubborn about keeping their sweaters zipped up. The last thing I needed was someone to get the sniffles just before school began.
On the horizon, I could see the beginning of a storm as it started to roll in. The clouds were a combination of light and darker shades of grey. My middle son yelled out, “Mom! Look at those Cumulonimbus Clouds!” He had a cloud project at school last year. Since then, Cumulus Clouds have become his favorite. Maybe he’ll become a meteorologist when he grows up? One can only hope.
The ebb and flow of the waves were getting pretty rough. Red flags dotting the beach warned visitors that swimming was not permitted. When I looked down at my feet, the surf moved in and snatched the sand out from beneath them. Jumping up, my boys and I ran a bit farther up the shore. The water was freezing!
The night before, the owner of a local pizza shop gave my youngest a small, black-netted pouch so he could collect seashells. With the help of his older brothers, he gathered a variety of shells. When he let me (he had become protective of his bounty), I peeked inside his pouch. Some of the shells were different shades of white, black and grey. The medium-sized shells were rough to the touch, while the smaller shells felt smooth. Most likely a result of being bombarded by sand and seawater. But some pieces were shades of beige, purple and pink. They had not lost their beauty or luster.
As a writer, our energy when creating a new story is positive. We have a pretty good idea of what we want to share. The color of that energy is vibrant, like the outer layer of an iridescent pearl within a shell. It starts off unblemished and whole with no interference from the outside world. With determination and courage, we hope that our idea (the pearl, if you will) can be cultivated and then develop into the first draft of a book.
That, of course, is positive thinking. There is always a chance that a storm will roll in and hammer you against the shore. Weakening and sometimes shattering your shell and dashing your pearl into an unforgiving sea. Your shade has now become a gloomy, dull color, and your pearl or idea has been exposed to the elements. These elements can come in the form of negativity, distractions or just life in general and if you are not careful, you may look up one day and see your idea broken in pieces like scattered shells across the beach.
Rubbing my thumb against one of the shells that my little one was kind enough to share with me, I wondered: Is it possible to pick up the pieces and start again?
I believe you can. You may be reading this thinking, “Give me a break! That is easier said than done!” But think about it. If you had the strength and patience to write your story before, why not do it again? There are so many singers out there that go undiscovered because they tried and then gave up after a few rejections. The same can be said for authors. I’ve received my share of disappointments, but you know what they say, you’ve just got to “Brush Your Shoulders Off”! LOL! Keep positive and keep focused, family! Don’t let the ebb and flow of life stop you from reaching your goals!
Thanks for visiting, and I welcome you to share your thoughts.
Ibukun! (Blessings)
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