As the day goes by, I am enmeshed by the minutiae all around me, the calls to be returned, the calls to make, the paperwork to complete, the emails to be responded to and the ones to be sent. And I failed to allow myself to feel the joy of the biggest accomplishment of the last decade of my life: I received a copy of my book, Power of the Purse, Fear-Free Finances for Baby Boomer Women.
Stunning in its simplicity, it reminded me of the countless hours of focused writing in near solitude except for the constant interruptions of the phones ringing, the almost forgotten tasks I needed to remember to do, the conversations I rehashed wishing had I been a little smarter, sharper and more facile with the English language. All that aside, I really did write a book!
And it existed in my Saved Files in my computer and somewhere in the Cloud, but today it existed as a real, live “thing” I could see, feel, and hold in my hands. Not having birthed a child, I guess it is akin to that experience of seeing something become a reality and all the expectations of it dashed by its unique presence to be shared with the world. The Library of Congress now has it in its files, amazon.com now has it for sale, and it is no longer just mine.
How bizarre is this?
I guess not really. Many people write books. Some make it to best seller status, most don’t. Whether mine makes it to the first or the last status, it doesn’t really matter. It’s done. And it is there for all eternity. Whew!