It is so amazing to me how easily one falls off the track.
After Sunday’s post I was feeling pretty pumped. I even had an okay day at work on Monday and nearly half of the day on Tuesday, until around 11:50 am. Multiple things went awry over the next couple hours and soured my mood. I dealt with things as best I could, sharing my feelings quietly with the co-workers involved. But I still came home bummed out.
Then I opened my email. That didn’t help at all! I already heard back from the market where I had submitted my piece of flash fiction and it was already rejected. It is always nice to hear back – the worst is submitting something and waiting months to hear anything on it. But, really? Five days?
I then went on the ROW80 website and read (for the first time) Eden’s post from Monday. Wow. I know why I didn’t read it the day before. I was meant to read it last night, when I once again, for the hundredth time, just wanted to throw in the towel.
Funny. At work yesterday afternoon, I don’t remember how we got talking about it, but I mentioned my other blog, the Dino Chronicles, and told my co-workers that my last post was written by my dog, Dino, and that I thought it was rather cute. Someone asked me, “so you like to write?” I answered that I loved to write and it is all I’ve ever wanted to do and that I wouldn’t be working at the clinic right now if I could make money writing.
Shoot me for not coming up with the proper transition, but I’m just going to say, I don’t think I really fell off the track after all.
Hope everyone is having a good week, or at least is able to mix the bad with the good and realize, hey, everything’s going to turn out the way it is supposed to.
|(The only picture of tracks that I took on our recent vacation.)|