This has been a week where my head hasn’t truly been in the ball game. Which sort of makes this missive from the Universe fit. A little background. I was a high school and college athlete. So was Lawyer Guy. There was little doubt that Only (our daughter for those of you who are new around here) would follow. She settled of softball. And she got really, really good at it. She was a catcher and played 18-U gold level tournament ball at 14 and 16. We taught her to be pretty much fearless when it comes to working for what she wants. I also remember spending hours with her on hitting drills and dear lord, yes, I used that horrible old chestnut: See the ball. Be the ball. Hit the ball.
Don’t be afraid to go where you’ve never gone and do what you’ve never done, Silver, because both are necessary to have what you’ve never had and be who you’ve never been.
Be the ball,
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“Hut,” “hut,” Silver, go, do.
When the time came for me to decide whether to be a hobby writer or to work to become a published author, I wish I’d had this advice. Because yeah. I was totally afraid. Fear of rejection. Fear of being good enough. Fear of people hating what I wrote. I probably spent way too many years giving into the fear before I finally sucked it up and decided to go for it. For like the tenth time. Rejection letters hurt, y’all, no matter how prepared you think you are. Fifit books later, I can admit that I’m still afraid every time I release a book. And every time, it feels like I going somewhere and doing something I’ve never done. It’s time for me to take my own advice–and that of the Big U. Today, I’m gonna be the ball. I’m going to see it, be it, hit it. What are you gonna be today?