On Life Being Too Short.
Over the last year, lots of people I know have lost somebody special, or come close too it. I also had a health scare, one that instead of making me fight, made me curl up and want to sleep. It really is true, that the older you get, the more you realize that life really is too short. Usually we know it, but often we don’t act on it.
Then last week, while I was on holiday, I got a couple of emails telling me about somebody, who even though I’d never met them before, had impacted my mind.
In December, I was at my lowest when it came to writing. I was dosed up on a million different tablets, and wondering why I was bothering. I didn’t have block, I just didn’t have confidence.
This person, who I got the email about, caught me on twitter and told me she loved my books, she’d read my blog, and I’d inspired her to start working towards following her dream. Something she said prickled my confidence, and after some thought, she inspired me to write this post. She also inspired me to set up #WriteThinking a place for writers of all stages in their careers to write about anything they think is relevant.
She encouraged me to keep going, and fight through the block, and to realise what an amazing community writers can be.
We talked on and off over the last few months, she asked my advice, and even though I felt like a fraud I gave it to her. She was going to follow her dream, and I was so excited for her.
This person, who had impacted my mindset with one tweet, passed away unexpectedly in her sleep on 29th March. She hadn’t been ill, she just didn’t wake up. She left behind a husband and a 6 year old, and an 8 year old.
*puffs out breath*
Life can stop, at any moment. It’s not predictable enough to be unhappy and wait for things. It’s not long enough to be worrying that you’re not good enough, or that you’re upsetting people. You can either let it get on top of you, and float through for as long as you’ve got, focusing on the end goal, or you can enjoy the bloody journey making every tiny positive step a celebration.
Yet again, this person, who I never met has inspired me.
So, here’s to you Cat Dodsworth. Without even realising it you made a difference, and I know I’m not the only one to say it.