I was freaking out and fretting—the shop was my life. I didn’t want to teach. It was like a death when I stopped teaching—I’d moved on. It put a sour taste in my mouth. There was no turning back.
My book is still in the future, and my passion, for now, is my shop. If I lost the shop, it would be like another death. I couldn’t think about it—it would bring me to tears.
But now, when I should have been freaking out about the future of my shop and not having more money, I am at rest.
I took my revelation outside to my front porch with my iPod. What song did I listen to over and over? “Revelation” by Third Day. I hadn’t had a day like this since the last writer’s conference. I was refreshed and enjoyed these feelings.
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