Letter to the Universe #3

Dear Universe,

Thank you for lemon cookies.

Thank you for eclipses.

Thank you for coupons.

Thank you for blue velvet pillow shams.

Thank you for Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

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Letter to the Universe #2

Dear Universe,

Thank you for chocolate.

Thank you for Excedrin migraine medicine.

Thank you for Sia’s voice, and her songs, and her longtime friendships with 40 year old DJs.

Thank you for women mentors who have great wisdom and advice.

Thank you for aliens, who have not revealed themselves to us yet but will soon.

The Word is Practice

Not Perfect. Practice.

I keep having to remind myself that changing the way I think will not happen overnight. There are fears so deeply ingrained in me I will have to wring them from my bones. I will have to twist and bend and even bleed to make myself new.

It will be a process.

Ongoing and full of grace. Forgiving and flexible. I must be triumphant in the trying.

I used to think that success was only about things you could see. A home, a fortune, a lifestyle. But a successful life is one that is constantly in transition. If trying is all you ever do, you have lived a meaningful life. Because you have grown and changed and reached for something greater than yourself. You reached because you hoped and because you hoped you thrived.

It is okay to reach and fall short.

Failure is beautiful and necessary and more valuable than any amount of riches. A wealth of experience will always be worth more than anything acquired out of fear.

So reach. Even if you know deep down that you’re nowhere close to the other side.

Reach. Maybe you’ll surprise yourself and catch hold of something amazing. Or maybe the surprise, the reward, will be discovering that you’re not as far as you thought.

Indie Authors Quitting Their Day Jobs

*To celebrate my two-year blogging anniversary, I’ll be re-blogging some of my favorite posts from 2014 throughout the month of December*

Laekan Zea Kemp

I know I spent the majority of July blogging about the harsh reality of being an indie author but after exposing you to the awful truth, I thought I’d expose you  to another truth, this one sweeter and, believe or not, just as possible. I haven’t sold enough books to make writing my full-time gig just yet. In fact, on top of writing every day I also work sixty hours a week between my two jobs. It’s exhausting and I long for the day when I can give it all up and just live in my yoga pants in front of my laptop. But even though that might sound like a pipe dream coming from someone who has sold less than a hundred books in the past two years, the truth is it’s not. The truth is being a successful mid-list writer isn’t just attainable, but if I continue to put out…

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Dealing With Anxiety

*To celebrate my two-year blogging anniversary, I’ll be re-blogging some of my favorite posts from 2014 throughout the month of December*

Laekan Zea Kemp

Millions of people suffer from anxiety and for creative types these chemical and emotional imbalances seem ever-present, so much so that it’s hard to say whether we were born with our artistic abilities or if those abilities were born later as coping mechanisms. We’re just more vulnerable to emotional stress because our emotions are our tools. Whether we paint or write or build, the very bricks, pigment and thoughts that make up our creations are really nothing more than feelings. We have an endless supply of them, all rushing like some wild stream while we tread water and try not to drown. If you’ve ever had a panic attack or just felt overwhelmed you know exactly what I mean. On a good day we can channel all of those emotions into our work but on a bad day we can’t live in the present moment long enough for an idea…

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