Nothing in life is ever easy for most of us. It’s the things we work hard for that tend to be the most rewarding in the end. Compare someone who started from the ground up in a business and worked hard to make it a multimillion dollar one or the child born into wealth who never had to work a day in his life that when he turned eighteen he just expected much of the same. Who will appreciate what he has more? Hopefully it would be obvious that the guy who worked hard as the one who did doesn’t understand what all the money he had growing came from.

For me, I grew up poor. My mom never had a lot of money. However, I also never was taught the value of saving money either. So when I became an adult, yes, I appreciated what I had but I also spent everything I made as well as putting lots of things on credit. It’s been a long road and lessons learned.

I don’t know if I’ve ever had an experience where everything just fell into place all nice and neatly. However, my writing has been a journey of things falling into place. Has it been this perfect little journey where everything smoothly moved forward? No, not at all. But the thing is is that it still moved forward, and with time, things began to fall into place. I went from writing updates on Mari in the hospital to writing on her dedication website to writing her memoir to writing fiction to constantly learning how to get better with my writing to constantly growing on a continual basis (I know, a lot of to’s). It’s the growing that I love the most because I can see the improvement from where I was only a couple of years ago. I appreciate the work that it takes to not only write a novel but to write one well.

Do you have a time where everything fell into place? Please share your story. I’d love to hear yours.