Yesterday morning, I awoke way earlier than necessary with anxiety. I had stress ahead. Deep stress. I opened my email, and one of the things that awaited me was this:
Hi Mindy,Hope all is well and you are loving the spring. If I recall correctly, you submitted poems to the Anthology. Unfortunately, my computer ate them and those of a couple others. Could you please resend. If I’m wrong and you did not submit your poetry, I’d love for you to send your work in. Hope to see you at the workshop today.
I felt the timing as a gift from God, the universe, my angels, my dear loved ones who have passed, whoever it is that looks out for me in these ways to help me stay afloat. I thanked them all. Then I wrote back.
Thank you! I was under the impression I didn’t make the deadline (my week was emotionally difficult and I just didn’t get to everything as I’d have liked to). It means so much to me that you wrote this and that I still have a chance to be included. Thank you so much. It makes such a difference in my day, and I have aggravation waiting for me today. Ugh.Here are three. Unfortunately, I won’t be joining the poets this afternoon. I do hope to get there again.Mindy
To top it off, he wrote back.
Mindy,I’m so glad you sent them. Thank you. You know you are welcome anytime. I hope to see you soon.
He made me feel so good. Welcomed was not how I spent most of my life. I truly tried to wear that experience like an emotional condom, for my well being when facing my difficult part of the day. I’m pretty sure it helped.