I was given an incredible gift a couple of weeks ago. Scott handed me a box, wrapped beautifully in colorful paper. It wasn’t my birthday or any special occasion, but Scott has always been impulsive about gifts, which is one of the things I love about him. I had no idea what might be inside.
Anyone with dreams and pursuits in the arts, and I know that’s pretty much everyone who ever reads or comments here knows that it comes with such a mixed bag of feelings: hope, despair, optimism, pessimism, loneliness, isolation, small victories, major self-doubt and for many years, I didn’t jump into my dream of writing fully. There were lots of reasons.
Since I’ve committed to this path, the biggest single strength I have outside of myself is Scott and the support that he gives me. Writing is so intensely personal and private that I don't share it with very many people; wouldn't be sharing it with a critique group now if Scott had not encouraged me to go to a retreat and sign up for a workshop. Since he’s an artist and has been for many years, there is no emotion I’ve felt that he’s not familiar with. I never realized how important having someone to support my dreams and my work would be to me, but it is.
This was what was in the box and it hangs on the wall in front of my desk. If I were to someday win the Pulitzer, it wouldn't mean more than this does. His love and support allow me to follow my dream in a way I've never been able to consider in previous chapters of my life and after so many years of false starts and blind alleys, I'm so grateful to have found someone who is following his dream and wants to see me follow mine. The way he's led his life is an inspiration to me and his encouragement means everything.
How important is the support of your spouse, lover, friends, and/or relatives to your journey?