Posts tagged inspiration
Posts tagged inspiration
It’s always such a thrill and inspiration to be a part of the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators organization, and to attend their annual conferences. Here’s some of my favorite quotes from this weekends Summer Conference in Los Angeles
In this day and age, we are taught to dream the impossible dream, to reach for the stars and be whoever we want to be. But there is also a need to discover and stay true to your roots. So what happens when the two desires collide?
Maybe it’s an immigrant thing. (I was born in a Third World country.) Maybe it’s a generational thing. (My ever present Peter Pan syndrome.) I don’t know. But it seems like many of my friends are feeling a divide. There are certain expectations that need to be met: marriage, career, children, stability. Sounds simple right?
“We brought you here for better opportunities.” This is something I’ve heard over and over again growing up. Well, I’m grown now, and I choose to be a writer. My parents suggest every day that I go to Nursing School instead. I can do it. I possess the intelligence and skills, but not the passion. They cannot understand why I would want to be an out-of-work, underpaid writer instead. They don’t know what an artist is. They wanted opportunities for me. They wanted me to be able to dream. But they could not fathom what that truly meant. Because now MY dream does not match theirs.
At least you have family right? Well, part of that same parental or maybe cultural expectation is that I marry and produce offspring. Well, I’m over thirty and just have not. And now I get the look. It’s not wonder or even disappointment. It’s downright sorrow. My family feels genuinely sorry for me. And that hurts like shit. I must not be happy if I am unmarried right? Yes of course I want a family. I want to be a mother. And yes I can hear my own clock ticking. But what if it never happens? I tell myself I can be happy with that. But culturally I’ve already failed.
No I do not have a “real” job. Most of my money comes from freelance, and things I create on my own. And again come the worry faces. What will happen when my father passes? Well, I guess I will do as I always have and take care of myself.
It’s not a lack of support. It’s not a lack of love. And it’s not a lack of opportunities. Everyone means well. But our generation is getting pulled apart. What we were born into, and what we choose to be. What would you expect?
I love my family. I love my cultural roots. I love my dreams. And yes I worry. I feel it more and more because the worry is heightened by the very people who brought me hope. So here it is.
Everyone, no matter who they are and where they came from, will face other people’s expectations. Fuck it! Listen and take heed. But remember this: You alone are responsible for your happiness. The pursuit of it will always be rocky. But you deserve your dreams! So keep going. Win or lose, try and fail, stumble and fall, dream a new dream. Expect expectations, then hold your head up high and know you are meeting YOUR expectations and it is your life you are proud to live.
So live it…divided if you have to. Find the balance between the roots that gave you hope and the branches of you reaching for the stars. Find strength in both. Everything matters. You’re worth it all!
Someone once told me the meaning of hell is: On your last day on Earth, the person you became will meet the person you could have been…
Dare to #dream Dare to #believe you can
The greatest thing about dreams is they don’t expire. They can lay dormant for years & when you pull them out & dust them off, they shine like new
Rejection will never hurt for as long as regret #lawsofmodernman
We have this quote on print of a wheel in our bathroom. Hmmm…