A couple of days ago, I did a thing. I signed a contract with a publishing company. (Exhaling deeply). I have to admit that the whole thing has made me a little anxious. There is this whole mixed bag of feelings. It’s excitement clouded with a bit of “what the fuck did I just do”. You see, when my book is released, there will be an increase of vulnerability. People will read it. (Gasp) I know that is the point, but not everyone is going to like it, and I have to get comfortable with that. It shouldn’t really be a big deal. Not everyone loves this blog. I have had a handful of people troll me, so it’s not my first time at the rodeo. This feels a bit different. It’s like sending my baby off after I have been in labor for a little over a year.
While 2020 has been a complete shit show, I actually completed a book during it. I have to give the pandemic some credit. It forced me to focus on finishing this project. My procrastination was no longer working and I had to follow those God nudges. Actually, it wasn’t a nudge. God shoved me pretty hard to get my attention. I realized that while I wrote the book for public consumption, my real motivation was honoring myself. I needed to complete it to prove to myself that I could do it. It was a labor of love and I am incredibly proud of my work.
Life is an adventure and I am simply going to show up. I have no idea what is in store, but that is part of the journey. I am just along for the ride. In the meantime, I am going to sit back, elevate my fancy foot with the red cast, and relish the moment.