I read this quote in the newspaper this morning and it brought tears. It is from the wonderful writer Kent Haruf, who died not long ago and whose books, Plainsong, and Where You Once Belonged long ago transported me:
“If I had learned anything over those years of work and persistence, it was that you had to believe in yourself even when no one else did. And later I often said something like that to my graduate students. You have to believe in yourself despite the evidence. I felt as though I had a little flame of talent, not a big talent, but a little pilot-light-sized flame of talent, and I had to tend to it regularly, religiously, with care and discipline, like a kind of monk or acolyte, and not to ever let the little flame go out.”
My hope is that I can hold this and believe it, and my hope is you can as well.