Folks, I have been knocked down hard by resistance lately. I received my manuscript of “Light in Darkest Days” back from the publisher and read it through word for word, making a few corrections here and there. When I got the proof of the cover, I was excited, and proud, and positive. But when I sat down to proof the draft, I was nothing but filled with self-doubt. All of the resistance voices have been in full force telling me it’s a waste of time, it’s terrible writing, it’s a horrible story, it needs these changes and that, why on earth did I make this effort to get it printed? I am coming out of it, I think, but it is not an easy climb to confidence.
I have returned to “The War of Art” and it is again, spot on. I think it’s like an addict needing a meeting, or needing to read the 12 steps. I fell off the wagon, my friends, and am crawling back on.
So here’s to smaller brains and bigger hearts.