Instead of shouting from the rooftops at my writing accomplishment, I recalled every moment where I could have done more. Not just from the writing aspect of my life, but in every aspect.
I am a wife, a mother...and then an author. My three year old taught me an unmistakable and unforgettable lesson. She wanted to wear a dress that was too small, and shoes that were far too big. The second I relented, she ran to the nearest rock and danced.
And danced. She sang and danced about her dress being too small and the shoes being too big. It didn't matter to her. She came to dance, and dance she did.
Instead of complaining that my two books aren't polished enough, my house isn't swimming in bleach and I'm not remotely ready for Christmas; I'm going to dance 'til my legs won't move and my voice goes hoarse.