Sword dripping held high above my head feeling the power of victory surge through my being, the wind danced in my hair and I was at peace. In the distance I could hear crowds cheering, chanting my name. This is the victory I fight for daily.
I have only truly felt it twice in my life. The first time when I graduated college and the second time when I was a finalist for teacher of the year for my school district. Both times there was a goal I actively worked toward, obsessed toward. Dragons were battled in the form of stodgy professors, obstacles in the form of rusty writing skills and dyslexia to boot. I attacked each with purpose.
What victory sits before me now? I reach into myself and dare to complete a task I've yearned for since I was a child in 7th grade...to finish my first novel. I've read that there are those that can write an entire book start to finish in thirty days. I am on year two of this novel. It is no where what I initially pictured. I would describe myself as being toward the middle of it...reaching the peak in action. I've battled with a crazy schedule- waking extra early, and staying up super late to fit in writing time. I have grappled with a plot that was flat, too fat, too wild and have tamed the beast to what I have now a saddled dragon. The victory is not in getting this beast of mine published- although that is a goal I will set after it is finished. The victory is finishing. It is that Olympic moment of walking across the finish line and knowing that I did it. I won. There will be no cheering crowds, well except those in my head. It will be for me. I make this short today, dear reader...I have dragons to slay.