I’m a ball of crazy today. For those of you who know me you’re probably trying to decide how that’s different from any other day, but trust me, today is different. It’s book release eve and on this monumental occasion I’m riding the waves of excited, nervous, and slightly nauseous. I mean people (or at least my mom and grandmother) are going to read what I wrote. What I’ve been working on and talking about for what feels like forever. So naturally I’m all ‘What if people hate it?’ ‘What if no one reads it?’ ‘What if they do and think this stinks what was all the fuss about?’
But here’s the kicker. Some people aren’t going to like it. You really can’t please everyone. Hopefully some will, but either way, that’s not what’s important. What’s important is that I did it. I sat down and I made one of my dreams come true. I worked. I stumbled. I embarrassed myself. I tried again. I learned. And tomorrow my book will be out there. A piece of me will be in the world to be judged and reviewed.
The prospect may be scary, but I finished something. So bring it on countdown clock. I reached my goal and no matter what happens, that’s something to be proud of.