Aerodynamically the bumble bee shouldn’t be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn’t know it, so it goes on anyway. ~Mary Kay Ash
I’m not sure if any of you have ever heard this myth, or if some of you have heard it and believed it to be true, but according to Wikipedia it’s a myth. Sorry to burst your bubble. If we were to pretend that this myth were actually true, I think the quote by Mary Kay Ash is rather thought provoking.
Think of the little bumble bee going about its business, having a grand old time, not even realizing that it’s not supposed to be able to do the very thing it’s doing.
How many of us in life have defied the impossible? There are many people out there who have. They’ve done what others said they could not, despite adversity, social or economical challenges, despite the fact that not one other person believed in them, they succeeded in what they set out to do. These are the people whom we need to take our hats off to. These are the people we can learn some of our greatest lessons from.
Determination and patience, something we writers are told we need to have if we want to defy the odds and get published (and if we don’t have it now, we best be getting ourselves some) applies, not only to those of us clacking away at the keyboard, but for all of us who set out to achieve goals in life. We’ve all heard that things worth having are things worth waiting for. Well, I tend to go along with that thought. If we were magically given everything our little hearts desired, the instant we desired them, our homes and lives would be cluttered and muddled to the point where we wouldn’t know which way to turn. Mind you I don’t want to have to wait and wait for that mama burger at A&W when I’m half starved out of my mind, and I wouldn’t mind getting that next publishing contract….But I’m sure you get my meaning.
Do you ever feel like that bumble bee? Some days I do. Everything falls into place for one reason or the other, and I’m on top of the world. I’m doing what others said couldn’t be done. If I’m working on a story I love, and the words seem to fall into place, there’s no reason for me not to feel this way.Right? But I’m not there every day. If I stopped to think of what all I want to achieve but have not yet, I could probably talk myself into believing that, like that bumble bee, it is impossible for me to fly. But I’m not going to do that. I’m going to keep flapping my little wings. When I get tired I’ll stop and rest for awhile because no one’s going to tell me it’s impossible. How about you?