I got some good news the other day. Really good news, actually. The kind of news that stops you in your tracks and sets your heart on fire. A couple of days before my 30th birthday, I got an email from an agent saying they’d like to move forward with my book. This is the email I have been desperately awaiting for over two years! And it finally came. And I definitely savored that initial jolt of pride and joy and excitement. However, it dissipated very quickly. And I’m realizing that’s because I don’t have anywhere to put that feeling. We’re in the middle of a global crisis. The future is so uncertain. The world as we knew it is a thing of the past. The book is slated to be released in the spring of 2022! It’s almost impossible to conceive of a time that far from now. Will what I wrote even be relevant? Will people even be reading books?! I know these are ridiculous and irrational thoughts, but they show up in my head nonetheless. I guess this is all to say, I am so freaking proud and happy and overjoyed that someone saw potential in something that I worked really, really hard on. And I may not know what comes next, whether it be with my book or with life in general, but the truth is, I never have! And I never will. Someone wants to help me get this book out into the world. And that is so fucking cool! I had set a goal for myself to get on the New York Times best seller list before I turned 30. That didn’t quite work out, but getting this email a few days before my 30th birthday was still a pretty cool feeling. (I actually got the email a couple of weeks before my 30th, but it got lost in my inbox during all of this madness and I didn’t see it until later). I have my first consultation to discuss next steps in July. I’ll keep you posted 🤙🏼