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“It ain’t luck!”
The feeder from my office as the snow fades. Like the vapor trail.
Welcome, my friend,
“Help! … I need somebody… Help!… Not just anybody…”
I must say these lyrics bounced ’round my head as I wrote this month’s feature. I think most people are looking for a little help these days and I hope you enjoy what I have to offer.
In the midst of the recalibration of the world, the season has begun to change. Just as winter can be long and trying, on the other end is the fresh, the birth, the emergence of the new.
Along with the receding snowpack, I’ve been watching (and listening to) the birds. The robins came back in early February in the frigid cold (someone should have told them to hang back for a while longer) and I’ve spotted a bluebird and heard the vibrato of the red-winged blackbird outside my window. New birds seem to show up each day.
But the coolest was seeing a bald eagle fly right over my house last week. The experience was one of those “did I really just see that?” moments, but I was reassured when I saw a second one perched in a treetop 20 miles south (he flew away right as I was powering up the camera, I swear.).
While I’ve had a lot of fun skiing this year (and I still plan to get a few more great days in), the appeal of feeling some warmer air on my skin, opening the windows, and moving about in the world again grows with each day.
Anyhow, where ever you are, whatever your situation, there are always new, better days ahead. And that’s a wonderful thing…
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For several years now, I have felt the strong desire to write a book. During this time, I have spent several hundred hours writing, outlining, re-writing, submitting, re-submitting, and re-writing some more. I have spent many more hours thinking about the project; scribbling notes to myself or calling my voicemail with another brilliant idea.
At one point I attracted an agent and had a few meetings with editors at large publishing houses in New York. The feedback from one editor was very positive. For the first time, I could see the finish line. A major publisher was going to pay me to write!
I wanted this as much as anything I could remember.
While the editor was a fan, she still needed the approval of the decision makers and marketing department. When I returned from the gym one day, I saw my agent’s name in my inbox. I felt an adrenaline rush and clicked to read the sentence that would determine my fate.
“A mixed-message ‘no’. Sorry man.”
The editor shared her disappointment and called me an “immensely talented writer,” but I was already on the floor, sucking wind. In a few days, I pulled myself off the mat and began rewriting to meet the suggestions from the editor. But, as time passed, it became clear that the initial punch was more than a glancing blow. Indeed, the damage was done. After I resubmitted my manuscript, the editor and my agent seemed to have changed their addresses.
I had sat in some beautiful offices in Manhattan, feeling almost certain that my time had come, that I would finally see my book in the stores, on the beach, and in the airport kiosks. And now that sweet dream turned to ashes in my mouth. I was left feeling jaded about the business of publishing.
As time has passed, though, my desire hasn’t faded. I still feel alive and at home whenever I enter a bookstore. These places feel like my destiny. However, I notice that coupled with desire, there was also a feeling of longing. And an oh-so-subtle feeling of doubt. Underneath it all, I was still asking myself a question.
That one three-letter word is a doozy. Because 99.76% of the time that you put that question to yourself, your mind replies with a three word reply:
“I don’t know.”
In one hand, I could feel my deep-seated desire. In the other, wondering how, I felt confused, stuck, and alone.
This is called a “conflicting intention.” When we have two feelings pulling in opposite directions, we have little chance of manifesting what we want. I know enough about manifestation to know that I needed to keep my attention focused on what feels good (or at least better).
And right now I was feeling stuck. So what would feel better? What did I really want?
The answer was simple, but that does not mean it came easily. I had conditioned myself not to ask for what I truly wanted… help.
I wanted H-E-L-P.
I wanted someone who knew more about all this than me. I wanted someone to take in interest in my message, someone who believed in me, someone to encourage me. I wanted someone who was an expert. I wanted someone who would “get” me and be my personal champion.
While the old tapes in my head told me there was something unmanly about asking for help, there was no denying that help is what I really wanted. This is what would feel better. This is what would feel like relief.
Okay, so I want help, great. But how do I get help? I was almost off to the races, chasing my tail again, when I caught myself. If I wanted to attract help, I simply needed to connect to the feeling of what it would be like to have help.
I did not need to write letters. I did not need to make phone calls. I did not need to bang on doors. I just needed to connect to the feeling place of what I desired.
And so, for several weeks, in the morning I would take 15 minutes to allow myself to visualize and feel how good it would be to have someone recognize me for what I had to offer and to serve as a guide.
While I live in a rural area, it just so happens that a very successful author lives just a few miles down the road. I’d read and enjoyed some of his books and we’d bumped into each other a few times throughout the previous couple years. In fact, two years ago, after meeting him at a local restaurant and sharing some conversation, I was certain we were destined to become friends. But it did not happen.
Along with being a talented writer, Jon Katz is passionate photographer who posts to his blog relentlessly. One day I noticed the photo of the sunrise he had posted was taken on the road close to my office window. Inspired, I wrote him a note. He suggested we get together.
That was a couple months ago now, and I am happy to say I have a new friend whose company I enjoy. We meet regularly to share ideas and he has become a mentor for my writing. Jon has encouraged me, pushed me, and challenged me to make my work better. In short, he helps me and the connection has been a blessing in my life.
Today, I still have no agent, nor do I have a book deal. But at the moment, I’m not focused on any of that. It will come around as all my desires do. I am certain of it all.
That said, my certainty is a reflection of my experience of asking for (and receiving) help. I think we all want some support and encouragement.
And you know what? It’s out there. No matter what your desires.
If you feel like now is the right time to make a positive change in your life, I’m here to help.
And I’ll be there.
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Mt Marcy and the High Peaks of the Adirondack Mts from the top of Gore Mt.
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