Publishing a book is something I’ve always dreamed of doing. To be able to hold my book in my hands today is a dream come true & an emotional experience for me (play video below for evidence).
The journey of my life has been anything but easy. To give you a brief idea, I’m an immigrant and English is my 3rd language. I don’t come from money nor did I have the privilege of experiencing stability while growing up. I’ve had to get creative to survive many times- sell my furniture? Done. Sing sea chanties? Done. Work the fryer at Wendy’s, make people coffee, clean houses, hand out flyers, collect debt? Done, done, done. I’ve been on food stamps while working 3 jobs, I’ve had to face and heal trauma, I lost the one person who was my safe place, for years I took the bus everywhere because I couldn’t afford a car, and I’ve had a negative bank account balance more times than I care to remember.
I could go on, but surprisingly, even with all the struggle, the biggest obstacle of all was my own self-doubt and limiting beliefs. For some time I lost my way and the book sat gathering dust. For some time I wondered: who am I to think I can publish a book? For some time I let fear hold me back.
The good news is that even when you stray, you can always find your way home to yourself again. And I did. I found my way back to parts of me I had never met before, parts of me that could now, under the light of my love, heal and learn to thrive. I remembered who I was. I remembered my purpose. It wasn’t until July of this year that I dusted off the manuscript of my book with a breath of faith and decided it was finally time to believe in & pursue my dreams. Almost 5 years after starting the project.
I’m here to tell you I’m not special. If I can publish a book, anyone can. You just have to believe in yourself and keep moving forward, no matter what. No dream is impossible or too big.
As I hold my book in my hands for the first time today, I’m living proof of that.