Yesterday I suffered a massive blow to my quest for publication.
I'm still reeling from it all and trying to process
what it means for me in the long-term.
More than once the thought has entered my mind that I should give up,
Take up something new.
But as I sat on my patio this morning,
in a stunned kind of mourning,
I saw an ant dragging an equally large ant across the paver stones.
WARNING: Avert your gaze if you do not like ants!
Then the ant started up the vertical wall of my step,
and my first thought was, "Wow. That's some strength."
My second thought was, "Hey, if a tiny ant can summon all that inner fortitude, so can I."
So, while I'm still feeling shaky and unsure,
I'm also feeling that glimmer of resolve that's carried me this far.
I'm counting on The Mighty Ant to remind me of my capabilities.
I will prevail.