It didn’t take long until I realized that the chance of making a decent living at writing was slim to none. Where others were prospering greatly from some of my work (I had been told) I had yet to see much return from my own endeavours. Nevertheless I kept the faith and each day, I told myself not to be upset about money, “just be happy that others appreciate your work!”.
” One day I’ll have a following of my own, one day I’ll be able to turn my passion and my purpose into something that supports me financially.” “One day Ill make some good money at this, I just need to stay positive!“. Some days however, the ladder was a far climb.
And then it happened…
The money? Ha! No. Far from it, quite the opposite I would say. A blog that was once thriving, had been wiped clean and every piece of work on it. Every article that I had poured my heart and soul into was gone. It was the malicious attack that all of these web developers try to help you prepare for and needless to say, the site was finito.
In desperation I did everything I could to get the site, the work, and everything back but it was to no avail. It was all gone and I was left in shock staring at a blank screen.
For two years, I laid idle, awe struck and in turmoil, my entire life’s work was gone and it was painstaking. I began to fall into my own bout of hopelessness, without inspiration, faith, or any idea of how to restart or rebuild from scratch.
If this had been 100 years ago it would be the equivalent of someone taking your personal journal and throwing it into an incinerator, and worst of all, it felt like there was nothing I could do about it. And as 2019 rounded the corner, every morning I pulled my miserable self out of bed, made coffee and pretended to put a smile on my face, usually it would just come out as half-hearted, bitter, disappointed and deeply hurt (my poor husband to have to live with that version of me for almost 3 years). I had a sorry for living attitude and just couldn’t seem to shake it off.
As spring began, I finally got the courage to give it another shot, staring at a blank slate I didn’t know where to start, but I was determined to get back everything that was taken from me. With tenacity, fierceness and pride of ownership I tracked down every website and blog that had copied or republished my articles and started slapping copyright and do not republish on each and every one.
At first I found a few, and then a few more and I when I plugged a few catch phrases into the search engines. That’s when the bottom fell out.
As I read through the old work that I began to recover and reclaim, something happened that I didn’t expect. Tears began to run down my cheeks and my anger turned to relief, my frustration to gladness and my pride of ownership to gratitude
There they all were.
My every disgruntled, mumbled under my breath complaint about other people using my work, every article I had ever been upset about and I was elated, overcome with joy, new found hope, faith, inspiration and for the first time I truly, deeply did not care about the money, not one bit.
The articles came floating back me like flowers, pieces of what I had thought were lost and gone with the wind. Held together by friends I didn’t know I had. Those awful, terrible, incredibly beautiful people who had found value in the words I had written, pieces of my own masterpiece whether it was or wasn’t one. Thank you.
As I stand here seeing and living this blessing in disguise, I truly believe that everything does happen for a reason and this is my AHA moment.
Mona Lisa Smile.
And upgrade your antivirus.
This article My AHA Moment: Why I Took Copyright Off All My Work was originally published here at isoulscience.com by L.J Vanier.