Life lessons, the kind that make you reevaluate where you stand and what you’re heading for are never easy. They don’t come with hearts and flowers and gently suggest you try something else.
They are what we call in the army (and possibly in the civilian world) significant emotional events.
Yesterday was one of those for me. I was reeling, not just from the inability to sell my book but also finding out my master’s degree was junk. So everything I’d done toward 2 particular goals were basically shot down yesterday.
There’s a lesson to be learned here. I’m not exactly sure what it is yet but there certainly has to be a reason that several doors slammed shut in my face.
I’m a firm believer in I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing wherever it is that I find myself.
So for whatever reason, I wasn’t meant to sell this book. I wasn’t meant to use my MS for what I’d hoped.
Another path will open. I just have to figure out what it is when it presents itself to me. Wallowing in self pity (as evidenced by yesterday’s double blog posts and subsequent pathetic tweets) is healthy but only for a minute.
Then its time to pick up, dust yourself off, pull up your boots and get back after it. Not sure what ‘it’ is at the moment, but something will come of it. I booked a room at the Dolphin for July, in case our plans involve us being able to go to RWA Nationals this year. I’m going to drive on with my fiction book Resurrection because I’m about halfway through revisions (major rewrites if we’re being honest) but I think it might be halfway to decent (we’ve gone this route before).
And I’ll relook the proposal and see if I can’t make changes to the plan and get the book out there in a different form. No major life altering decisions, even today when I’ve slept on it and life looks a little better.
But at the very least, I’ve dusted myself off, laced up my boots and gotten back after it.
Only time will tell what exactly ‘it’ is.