Success?

I’ve been going around with myself for months trying, for the first time, to write. I’ve set aside time, I’ve read books, I’m taking a class, I’ve forced myself to stay in the chair when I want to leap out of it and get a third breakfast, and I’m doing it. I think.

However, if true success can be measured by results and production, I’m failing for sure--I am not writing great works. But, I almost don’t care if anyone else reads what I write, the process is so good for me. It’s difficult, but exactly what I envisioned when I decided to live a writing life--Engaging with my self, my God and my world on every level—emotionally, psychologically, spiritually, soulfully—using writing as my tool. Whatever results from that life might be worth reading, might be “art,” but it might not. Regardless, it will be mine, and that is enough for me, at least for now. My purpose for delving into creativity and producing my own work is to help me get closer to who I can be, to become more myself, to discover and explore, to engage.

I’m finally appreciating that it’s the process, the journey, and not the destination or the result, that is valuable. So in that, I am succeeding.