I have been going round and round with my publisher and the printer of my latest book, A Game of Inches. My patience is worn thin, my frustration and irritation levels are at an all time high, and I have not been my better self.
I tried using my Yoga techniques, contemplative prayer, deep breaths, long walks, and even ate a greasy cheeseburger to no avail.
Yesterday, I finally came to the realization that the solution was not in my control, it belonged elsewhere where it had always resided. My anxiety wasn’t adding anything to the equation, and probably was more harmful to the solution than helpful.
As the expression goes, “I had to let it go.” I had to lay those worries down and go back to what I do best — writing.
This isn’t the first time I have gone through such a cycle, and it points out how extremely difficult it is to follow Christ’s admonition — be not anxious. God will provide.
The books still haven’t arrived, but I know they will soon enough. Sometimes we have to just relearn that there are things outside of our powers and when they are, we have to let them go.
I have to remember “If you write it, eventually the books will come.” (“Pretty bad, Hubbell” Suzy just said.)