I’m editing like crazy this weekend. After ten plus years of off and on work on my first book ‘hero’ the end is in sight. I’ll be honest though, the last couple of months have been tough.
As a runner, there was something familiar about it. This experience reminded me of running marathons. The exhilaration of the start. The excitement of people pulling for you. Then the monotony of the miles sets in but the energy from the excitement keeps you going. That is however, until you hit the wall around mile 18. Your legs start to quiver, you slow down. It feels like too much. You see runners collapse at this point. They have nothing left. If somehow, you are able to dig deep and push past the wall at mile 22, the end is truly in sight. You feel reenergized and can cross that finish line. Head held high. Proud of that accomplishment.
I’ve crossed the wall and now I’m reenergized to reach the finish. I’m going to hold my head up high when I do finish because, whether the book is perfect or not, I did my best to tell the story I imagined. There are many who fail to reach the finish. The wall gets them. Or something else. There are also many who never reach the starting line. I made both as of this week and I will celebrate that accomplishment.