As weird as it might sound, sometimes I have to remind myself that not everyone wants to be a writer. I guess I have this subconscious idea that everyone wants to be a writer and only a few people actually get to hold the job. 
Then I have to think of friends I have who barely even like reading. Yes, really, I have friends who don’t like reading. Crazy, right? Or of other friends who have very un-writerly jobs and are perfectly happy with them. Or of kids who want to grow up to be farmers or princesses or bankers or hundreds of other jobs that don’t center around writing. 

And quite frankly I find it a little bit hard to comprehend. I’ve pretty much wanted to be a writer ever since I decided I wasn’t cut out to follow my sister’s footsteps into the world of working at McDonald’s drive thru or being an olympic figure skater. I’ll leave it up to your imagination as to if my sister got either of those jobs. I can’t even imagine wanting to do something else (other than the part-time jobs I do along with my writing and really like).

Then it hits me that maybe, just maybe the rest of y’all are feeling the same way. The rest of y’all might be in the place where you can’t imagine that everyone doesn’t wish they were you. Where you’re so happy with the life that you’re living that when you stop and think about it, you’re blown away at how your dreams have become your present. 
That thought makes me happy. 
I want to make a difference in the world, but I want other people to be able to make a difference too. I want to be happy with where I am, and I want others to be happy, too. I want to rejoice and take time to make memories. I want to see the clouds and smile at the sunset and rub my fingers over soft flowers and crumble leaves in my hands. And I want that for you, too. 
I want my life to be beautiful, but I want your life to be beautiful, too. I want to learn from you how to make the most of small things, and I want to show you how I make the most of small things. I want to grow with you and from you and I want you to grow with and from me. 
Instead of feeling as if your success or happiness threatens me, I want to rejoice with your victories and cheer for you from the sidelines. When you pass me by, I want to be pointing you out saying, Look at them go! When things go well for you and I’m left in the dust, I want to taste that dust because I’m smiling so big for you.

Your successes don’t make me a failure. My failures don’t make you a success. We can cheer each other on, we can do victory dances for each other when we climb to a new level. We can rejoice and celebrate and sing and dance for each other as well as for ourselves. 
We are all humans, created in the image of God, and I’m happy for you when you reach a milestone because I can relate and I know that you’ve poured your time and energy and life into what you do. And it makes me excited to know I get to share it with you from these happy little sidelines. 
So run your race and Go! 

You can make a difference. 
You are an amazing person. 
Don’t forget that. 

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