Sometimes I wonder if I say too much. Do I talk too much about myself. It is a funny thought when the fact is I often go happily for days not speaking to a soul. In three weeks, my memoir will come back from the printer and, though it is out on kindle right now, it appears readers really want the paper book in their hands, on a table, in a backpack. Maybe it should come with a pen as so many have told me they want to write in the margins.
I have taken to hand wringing with both nerves and excitement. Right now I am entirely overwhelmed which is a word on my self-imposed forbidden list. (No, I won’t say what the other words are.) Ever since I read Esther Hicks explain the repercussions of saying and believing the word overwhelmed, I do all I can to not use it.
A feeling of being overwhelmed is your indicator that you
are denying yourself access to all manner of cooperation that could assist you
if you were not disallowing them.
Today, it is irresistible. I am overwhelmed with gratitude. It is hard to imagine that I am in the way of any outpouring of support. Kickstarter money is spent. Rewards are mailed except for the ones for this book. Books ordered. Whew. My Valentines Day is going to be unforgettable.