Earlier today, I read a great post on Facebook from one of my granddaughters. She was sharing a line she read in a book about how “it’s just like facing a dog that’s going to bite you. You just stand there and face it instead of running away from it.” Her post couldn’t have come at a better time, as I got some bad news last night, and I wasn’t sure that I would be able to deal with it. Things looked pretty grim there for a while, until I realized my one saving grace: my writing.
After learning that news, I sat there under a very dark cloud wondering if I’d ever be able to muster the emotional energy to come up with a few new words that would make any sense at all. And miraculously, I have! I woke up early this morning and thought…well, now you have no choice BUT to devote even more of your time to your work, as there is nothing whatsoever that you can do about this new development. And that is exactly what I’m doing…facing the dog and hope that it doesn’t bite me. But if it does, I’ll deal with that, too, because I have my WORDS!