A dear friend gave me something yesterday. She prefaced the presentation of her gift with a small speech.
"I knew as soon as you finished writing Bliss Lake I wanted to give you something. It took me a long time to figure out what I wanted it to be, and now that I have it," she said, placing a small nondescript box in my hands, "I feel like it's cheesy."
Knowing she always gives gifts with deep thought and meaning, I argued it wasn't likely.
"Well, just so you know," she continued, "it's something to remind you of who you are, especially when you're feeling discouraged. You'll be able to look at it - but you don't have to display it if you don't want to - and know This is me. Plus, you might have a real use for it later."
At this point tears swam in each of our eyes, and I opened the box. This is what was inside.
It's a nameplate. And I love it. I told my best friend that, as soon as my new writing space is done, it's getting prime residence on my desk. Each time I look at it, it will remind me of my circle of support, of who I want to be, and it will inspire me to keep chasing this dream of mine. And, just as she said, perhaps in the future I can place it on my table at a book signing or conference.
What a fabulous gift she gave me.
And I consider it a sign of encouragement that just a few hours later I opened the mailbox to my first full manuscript request.
Hope you're all having a great weekend. :)