My Spiritual Journey Led Me To...Boston (part 3)

This post is the third segment of a series of writings I did while  travelling to Boston to attend Gabrielle Bernstein’s book launch for her seventh book, Super Attractor.  The excerpt below was transcribed from my journal on October 25th, 2019.

Haven’t read part one or two? Check it out here

I have landed in Boston, and managed to find my way to my hotel…a rather fancy room with a king size bed, sofa, and large TV. I’m curled up on the sofa writing with the World Series (game 4) playing quietly on the TV. 

  Where did I leave off? Oh yes, NANOWRIMO….

  I started a fresh NANOWRIMO project last year and wrote about 15,000 words. In my mind I dismissed trying again this year out of fear of failure. But, I have been rethinking this- maybe I can? Maybe I can change the parameters a bit. 50,000 words doesn’t have to be the end goal. 

  Yes, I can.

Choosing fear would be not to try. Choosing love would be trying and being proud of whatever I accomplish. So, here I am declaring on October 25, 2019 I, Cheryl Tobin, will be committing to my version of NANOWRIMO: Write as much as I can, compile what I have been writing this past year, and publish the damn blog. 

 I already know that I am going to be beyond inspired to write about my trip to Boston. I just got here and I have already written over 1200 words!! 

 I know that I am more skilled in choosing love than I ever have been before in my life. I will have no embarrassment of shame if I don’t reach 50,000 words. That is just a number. 

The fourth thing in a series of events these past few weeks- “The Customs Agent” 

Earlier today I went to customs prior to my flight. These types of things generally make me nervous. The agent summoned me to his booth. He seemed nice, and asked me where I was going and why. 

Me: I am going to Boston to attend a book launch

 Him: Your book?

  Me: I wish. No, my favourite author. 

  Him: Do you want to write a book?

  Me: Yes

  Him: You should

Yea, I should. I didn’t hesitate to give my answer when he asked if I wanted to write a book. I sure as hell wasn’t going to lie to a customs agent, even if it was about my deepest dreams and desires. 

 I think what amazed me the most about this encounter was that I was asked if I wanted to be a writer. Why would he ask me that? 

 I could be a writer. I may never have a book tour or a publisher, but I can write everyday. I will always have something to say. I can choose to write and not care if people read it. 

 I have thought, rethought, considered and reconsidered everything I have gone through over these past few weeks, and I say yes. 

I picture myself, one month from now, celebrating my success with Ian. Printing all the pages I have written this month, and this past year, sharing my website, and reading him all the words I have now spent all day writing. 

The thought makes emotional. It makes me want to smile and cry at the same time- which is the best combination of emotions ever. I’m going to make it happen. 

  And, Ian…. thank you for sitting and listening. There is no one I’d rather share this with than you. Thank you, and I love you. 

Afterward: 

I published my first excerpt of my blog on November 18th. 

The entire site went live on December 3rd. 

  I compiled 43,252 words…that is only typed words, my handwritten words are not included. 

  On December 6th, six weeks after writing this, I printed all the pages I compiled. I read Ian all the words I wrote as I travelled to Boston, just as I said I would. We celebrated, just as I said I would.