Wow. Just wow.
Yesterday morning slapped me with a brazen reminder that as much as I want to be in charge, to make all of the decisions and determine the timetable based on my needs, it just isn’t up to me.
Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it gets you nowhere.
I worked my tail off in April, trying to attract a literary agent for my manuscript.
I cried my eyes out in May feeling like I had failed.
I woke up to an email yesterday, in June, from a literary agent requesting my full manuscript for publication consideration.
It always works out in the end. (If it hasn’t, it’s not the end…)
No matter how many times I experience life working out exactly the way it is supposed to, I still get caught up trying to direct this journey around the sun. Let’s just let go and let life happen!!!
Cheers to accepting abundance all in good time!
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