I have this magical ability where I can sit down and write a novel in 3-4 weeks [insert sarcasm here.] While I do possess said ability, there is no magic to it. It stems from years and years of discipline, and from decades of starting stories that I may have had good intentions of finishing, but never did.
Our society appreciates results, but often forgets the hard work that goes into achieving them.
A couple of years ago, I lost a great deal of weight. I was concerned about health issues I'd be facing if I didn't, and consulted my doctor for the best course of action. I changed my lifestyle, kept my eye on my goal, and eventually reached it. There was no magic pill involved, nor was I doing anything spectacular to shed the pounds. I watched what I ate, consistently, and ignored all the not-so-nice comments I got along the way. (And there were comments, some by individuals I never expected to be unsupportive.) My results were intimidating, maybe, but I think the discipline it took to achieve those results scared people more than anything.
I've always wanted to be a writer, and I've always been writing. Sure, I can put together a cohesive story now, as a grown woman, but it wasn't always that way. It took decades of discipline to become the writer I am today, and I wouldn't trade that hard work for anything in the world.
Whatever your goals are in life, don't lose sight of them. And don't let anyone convince you that you don't deserve to reach them. Accomplishing something you've set out to do is a big deal, and you should be proud of yourself for getting there. People can be petty, and jealous, and will sometimes say things you never expected to hear. But if you keep at it, if you refuse to give up, you'll be amazed what you can accomplish.
Here are some pieces I've kept over the years. These are scraps of stories that no one will ever care to read, but they helped to mold me into the writer I am today. And that's significance worth holding onto.