On July 31st a switch flipped or something. I felt not only well, but normal.
Normal? I’ve been trying to force that feeling for months. But like the doctors said, it needed time and rest to happen. So in August I hit the ground running.
No more scardy cat. No more waiting until my book is “perfect.” I am moving ahead. It feels good to walk with a stride in my step.
Because I’m alive. Those days in ICU are behind me. I can work. And work I must, for I have one month to finish the book and get it out there.
Now I’m formatting the manuscript. Me! I am doing this, learning a new skill. And tonight I sent the file to my beta reader. Next week I’ll start working with the graphic designer. Then the file goes to my proofreader. These things are kind of epic.
It feels good to make progress. Even if I’m inadequate and unsure and scared. I can ask for help and get answers. (And lie down on the sofa when I run out of steam!)
Just like I expect my students to do, right? Speaking of which, it’s a relief to know, not just hope, that in September I will be strong enough to return to teaching.
God is gracious, and my opportunity is now. Who knows what tomorrow holds, right? Hey, I’ve also figured out how to do a screen capture, so I’m sharing the formatted title page.
Some people would call this Living The Dream. And you know what, they’d be right. There are times in life when we get to be The Little Engine That Could. Not every day, but I’m okay with that.