I don’t want to share the details widely (yet) but I do want to tell you that the book came before the blog.
[If/when] you read it, you won’t be all “but this is all stuff I’ve already read on the blog!”
At least, I hope not. But I’m trying not to worry about that.
I’m trying not to worry about all of this.
Because I think I’ve learned something important this week:
there is no peace at the end of anxiety and worry.
I’m basically a happy person. I want to ‘live with joy’ all the time.
But even though I’m happy, it’s easy for me to fall into worry-traps–and worry is a trap.
I get a contract with the perfect publisher for my book…and then I’m thinking:
“what if I can’t finish this book?”
“what if my sales numbers are bad and I can never publish another book?”
“what if I never have another idea for another book?”
But the ability to read, to think, to write? Are they really mine, anyway?
Are the things I do merely a product of my own efforts?
No: my life–right now–is a gift.
There’s no peace at the end of a worry-strewn journey; there will always be more to worry about.
(Ha! Because just a short time ago I was worried I’d never get a book contract!)
So I’m trying to be grateful in this moment, and the next, and the next.
Because how much more does the God who clothes the lilies and feeds the birds delight to care for us?