Lost in the Mail
My manuscript is lost in the mail. It has not been delivered yet and maybe never will be.
It haunts me that someone unintended is reading it…is reading me.
May whoever reads it, be uplifted by it.
No, I still wish it would reach the intended publisher. So, maybe my wish/my desire is that for whoever receives it, pops it back in the mail so it can get to where it needs to go.
Or (ahh…forever the reflective soul am I) maybe this copy was never supposed to “get there”. It is supposed to go where it goes and I am supposed to learn something from that.
Sometimes, learning hurts.