The difference between genius and success.

When I was younger I considered myself a talented writer. I thought I was a genius. I produced nothing for that entire time of my life. I spent years bemoaning that my genius was wasted, the world just didn’t get me. Always in the back of my mind I thought “I coulda been a contender.”  When I turned forty something changed; I now thought my work was okay. I felt like I did good enough, yet there was always room for improvement. Oddly this was also when I developed a more important skill. I became a finisher.  I learned to submit. You see I wasn’t a contender because I hadn’t thrown a punch. I expected the world to beat down my door and beg for my genius. All I had to do to access my dream was realize two things; I wasn’t a genius, but I was good enough and the world doesn’t know about you unless you tell them. The mountain never went to Mohammed, he went to the mountain. I have since that time crossed paths with a plethora of writers whose talent puts me to shame, yet I am the one that they turn to for guidance. The only thing I do that they do not is press send or drop the envelope in the mailbox. I try, I finish, I submit. I no longer believe I am a genius but I do believe I am worthy.  If you believe you are worthy you might just be correct as well.