In one day, the book project that I have spent the last five years developing is to be released online and in stores around the United States. In all honesty, I find myself rather nervous about the whole thing. How will it be received? It’s like sending my child out to his first day of Kindergarten, wanting so badly for for him to be admired and appreciated for who his is and what he brings to this world, yet recognizing that I have to let this desire go. People will have their own experiences of him, and I have to give myself over to that process.
Maybe I’ve supplied him with great genes. Maybe he’s fun and inspiring. Maybe he’s imbued with all the love I’ve been overjoyed to share with him. Maybe he’s his own person, with his own gifts to share for which I can take no credit. Maybe people will see in him qualities to which I have been blind. Maybe he will be seen for who his is, admired for who he is.
Have you ever stood in the shade of a tree gazing into the sky, playing peekaboo with the sun? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to stare directly at it, if only your eyes could handle the brightness of its day?
Tomorrow is your day, my sun. I hope you will warm people’s lives. I hope you will fill them with energy that allows them to grow and thrive. I hope you will be received.
But even if you are not, go shining my sun!