Someone was reminding me recently how it’s about the process, that it’s all process.
Last year I launched a Kickstarter project to self-produce a collection of poems and I don’t know why but every logical part of me thought this end of things would be a simple and straightforward process. For reasons that are not apparent to me, it has been anything but simple or easy. The plan I had turned out not to be the plan that the Universe or the Book-making Gods had in mind for me. In fact, I’m still in this process, and need to make more books. However, I have been, at last, able to produce the first twenty. My boyfriend said that one day, when I’m all done, whatever day that is, I’ll be able to tell people that my blood, sweat and tears went into these books. Two nights ago I was binding the books with needle and thread and poked myself really badly and immediately the anguished thought popped up: Ah, here comes the blood part of the blood, sweat and tears prophecy!
We can’t always know why things happen the way they do, but sometimes it’s important to just keep going, keep trusting.