I admired her. I wanted her to like me. I hoped we’d be friends.
And–I was fairly sure she didn’t think anything at all about me.
That lady was busy doing important things that I liked being part of even if on the fringe. She might not have known my first and/or last name.
I attempted a conversation or two. I doubted my spoken words connected to her brain.
Isn’t that how it goes sometimes? We like someone. We share similar ideas with them. They do work we think is cool. We are confident they have zero interest in getting to know us.
Years later she calls me. Wha…wha…what?
She wants to meet at a restaurant.
So I go.
And it turns out she likes my brain too.
She has been reading my blog and asks me to help her think through a couple things. Then she asks me to pray for her weekly in the months ahead as she works on a project.
Like, O and K together softly, genuinely.
Before agreeing I took a few seconds to think about whether I could fit her request into my life. Which, I gotta say, is one of my most grown up moments. To consider if I could make time for something new, to think about if I could honor her and my word, ah, yes, that is an adult moment for me.
Connection isn’t always obvious, dear readers. Sometimes less is more. We don’t have to force anything. Be present. Be kind. Carry on. Don’t compromise. Be you. Things come around if they are meant to be.
This example gives me hope that a relationship with a literary agent will come into my life too. It’s happened for others. It will happen for me too. I’ve written two novels in three years (dog gone it) while in the midst of serious life changes.
The pressure is on and off at the same time. My coal is being pressed. I’m learning all I can about who might be my #DreamAgent. It will happen. I know you’re out there.
Until then I am sipping Hot Cinnamon Spice tea on a Sunday morning. I’ve learned that quality tea and taking time to breathe is valuable. I’m putting my mug out there and wishing peace for you and your dreams too.