I believe. I pray. Believing and praying is only the beginning of a relationship with God. I act, too.
I read. Books provide knowledge, motivation, and insight.
I learn. Through a variety of mediums, I hope to succeed one day in changing the paradigm of myself.
I write. Buddhism teaches that anxiety can be flicked away through the fingertips. I find this true as I quickly type.
I speak. It takes courage for me to say my thoughts aloud to people other than a chosen few. I perform with trepidation, bravely.
A woman from Toastmasters spoke in front of a large group of people. A stranger approached her afterwards and complimented her articulacy. She beamed as she related her experience as she has always been a quiet person. She crossed over successfully.
To me, her story showed that it is possible to trudge along day after day, unrecognized for the work you are doing, then suddenly be acknowledged.
I hope that someday, someone will come up to me and say, “You are a confident person” Or, “You were an example to me while I was growing up” Or, “Your writing stirred me.”
Or “Well done , good and faithful servant…”
Meanwhile, I have to just keep on going, one foot ahead of another, one word after another and hope for that success.