Two years ago, my sister decided she wanted to teach history with a concentration on the Irish culture. She was told she didn't have the money to go back to school for her Master's Degree. It would take too long to finish, why bother? Or, my personal favorite, why Irish history when you're so obviously not, Nefertari? Well, next year she will begin her student teaching and she's travelled to Ireland.
At the beginning of this year, my mother decided to enter a race. She was told she weighed too much and her knees were too bad. Last Friday, she completed her first 5k in under an hour...not to mention she's dropped over twenty pounds!
A friend of mind started writing two years ago. She was told after twenty years as a nurse she couldn't just decide to become a published author. There were people who had been writing for years and hadn't accomplished publication! Well, three weeks ago, she signed her first contract.
Three very different scenarios and women, but all share one common theme: Perseverance. They persevered in spite of the odds and the naysayers, keeping their eyes and focus on their goals. They didn't deviate even when they struggled and labored. At times the roadblocks seemed insurmountable and the circumstances overwhelming. But, they continued to press until they attained that goal.
Writers cross all age, race and economic groups. We come in different sizes, personalities and voices. But, we all persevere. Like when we tell someone we're writers and we receive that look that says, "Yeah, suuure". After the sting fades, we write. Or when our manuscript is rejected. After the haze of chocolate and ice cream clears, we settle back in front of the computer and write. Or when we receive rave reviews on our book and nerves start to kick in about whether or not we can do it again, we press through the fear and write.
We press. It's what we do. It's a choice we make. We persevere.