Yesterday I was stressed out. Too much coffee, too much full moon waxing, too much worry about queries and proposals and selling my book. Too much clinging, grasping and wanting things to be different from how they are.

Here’s what I’m reminding myself this morning: If the book is going to be published, it will. All I can do is keep writing the best, most truthful queries I can and just let the rest be.

This whole publishing process has me too focused on what I don’t have: an agent, a “platform”, a market. That kind of thinking has me feeling like I’m missing something. But that’s not how my life is at all. Book or no book, I have all that I need right here:  a teacher, a sangha, a home, a job, good friends and family, food, clothing, health, sobriety.

I’m laughing now as I think about all those good things. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to see that everything is just fine the way it is…