A fellow-author sent a message asking if I had a publisher for my next book yet. I don’t. And while I jogged this morning, I realized how grateful I am that I do have an agent. And I reminded myself that I was happy to have such a fine agent–whether he ever sells the book or not.
Sometimes we forget that our satisfaction is not based on the outcome. I worked hard at getting an agent. With each of my earlier books, I secured a publisher more readily than an agent. Agents don’t get paid, unless they sell your book; and unless they sell it to a major publishing house, they may not get paid enough to compensate them for their time.
Anyway, I’m grateful … to be writing, to have an agent, and to experience the incredible therapy that I do while writing. But mostly, I am grateful that I’m living my truth, without being attached to the outcome. Therein lies my deep-down peace.
Life is way cool … and it offers a whole world of reasons to be content, happy, and grateful. But it was in realizing my disappointment in NOT having a publisher that I was reminded of my gratitude for an agent. And along with that, I was reminded to let go of expectations. I know, it’s not a new reminder. But that’s no reason to dismiss it. I needed it!
When we have been true to love (and part of that may be working hard), we can trust the outcome. Whatever it may be, it is what serves our highest good in the moment.
You know that’s cool.
And you are, too!
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