As a writer… and someone who believes in “signs” from above… and an eternal optimist…. I believe there is meaning in all the precious details.
My cell phone died. Or rather, it was slowly murdered by the dude at the cell phone glass repair place in the mall. I go into full panic mode every time something goes awry with my cell phone. I’m like Chicken Little running around screaming “The sky is falling!”
In this case… “My cell phone is dying!”
So I’m on the household “back-up” phone. Ironically, I was the last one to use it when my cell phone died in a tragic sea kayaking accident on vacation last year.
Going through the phone today, I found old text messages that didn’t make sense anymore.
And one precious text from my darling friend and former Editor, Karen. She past away from cancer earlier this year.
As a writer, I struggle with feelings of inadequacy. I am constantly selling myself. I am forever trying to find time to write and pitch and query. I am “on” all the time, looking for ideas or inspiration. My brain is constantly working toward more. Whatever more may be.
My hopefulness knows no bounds. It can’t. It’s not allowed to.
Karen was my encourager. She understood what I was doing and had as much enthusiasm for my career as I did. She was always passing on ideas or names or juicy tidbits that might somehow spur me on to a new level of greatness.
She became my friend. She was rare and exciting. And every Editor I work with, from here to eternity will be compared with her indelible spirit.
That’s the gem in the kink of this months cell phone drama. The beautiful and delicate detail that could have been overlooked: Karen was here today… and in two little text messages, she reminded me how much I missed her and how grateful I am to have had her in my life.
What a gift.