None of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime.
Much of the activity we think of as writing is, actually, getting ready to write.
One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.
You're supposed to get tired planting bulbs. But it's an agreeable tiredness.
Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?
Hope does not necessarily have to take an object.