I clicked SEND today.
I clicked the button that sent my completed manuscript off to my publisher.
Shit. I’m nauseous.
I’m sure other writers go through this, and I imagine it’ll subside–but right now, all I can think is: I should’ve hired an extra editor in case my editor missed anything. What if they can’t have it ready by March 21st? I bet I didn’t word that sentence on that page right. I probably should’ve made that part a little less complex. What if no one gets it? What if it fucking sucks?
This radical self-expression work is not for suckas, and you probably already know that. You have probably had your own versions of moments that both excited and frightened you shitless.
You’re trying to walk with a clearer understanding of your own Light, right? Me too.
You’re ready to have bolder, richer life experience, and release some of your not-it shit, right? Me too.
When we make those kinds of commitments, and we follow through by creating an expression of that feeling, I believe we access another portal. I believe we evolve into a higher version of ourselves, and we get closer to that zone where we are not lacking in love, support, or money.
And that zone is already in our bellies, complete with knowledge of how to manage ourselves and our environments, we’ve just got to own that shit.
Radical Self-Expression Manifesto is my Own That Shit moment. And it is also my way of giving something to the woman who is ready to stand in her Own That Shit moment too. Is that you, sis?
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