…I have to pinch myself.
Here I am, a 65.5-year-old woman who, for most of her life told everyone who cared to listen that someday she’d write a book.
No one really believed me. Heck, I didn’t really believe me. And yet, late in my 64th year, I did just that. I published my first book. Six months later, I published a second book. Write and repeat two more times, and now there are four books with my name on them. Yes, I have to pinch myself.
So whatever it is you have dreamed of doing, start doing it. Don’t make me come over there and pinch you.