About a month ago, my family helped me convert the playroom into a writing office.
My first-ever writing office. My first-ever claim to a physical territory representing the creative one I had long been staking out.
For so many years, I was afraid to make this claim, to bravely plant a flag in the physical sphere and say, “This is my space.”
Self-doubt, fear of failure, fear of selfish ambition held me back from making this claim.
(Read: Is My Dream Selfish Ambition?)
I felt I didn’t deserve to have a writing office. Continue reading “What I want my daughters to remember about me pursuing my dream”
