“Whatever pool of possibility stands before you, jump in!”
Mom jumped in and submitted a few stories in the past few weeks. We didn’t hear back yet, but things inside the wheels and gears (whatever) of the computer stand no chance at all.
With things out in the world of books, there’s a chance that something will A. be good enough, B. get into the right hands, and C. land in the right place at the right time. If none of those things happen, we are no worse off than before, and Mom will feel like she’s a writer because writers take those chances all the time.
Win or lose, we will smile through and keep on hoping. And jumping.
Mom doesn’t like when I jump from high places. She says it gives her 6 strokes and 4 heart attacks every time. But when she plops me up on top of a rock, it’s awful tempting to make a jump for it.
Ditto when I leap onto a bench. Jumping is fun.
When Mom calls me I will jump and run every time. That is not my fault. It’s what she taught me.
Once on my walk I tried to jump up and catch a bird. I have also jumped up to try and catch a butterfly, a helicopter, and a hot air balloon flying over my house. If (When) it doesn’t happen, I am no worse off than before.
So, win or lose, I smile through and keep on hoping. And jumping.
“Those who don’t jump will never fly”