I admit, I've been feeling down. Anxious, nervous, a bit of a mess mentally. And while that's okay for a bit, it's not okay for those around me, as their anxiety level has risen along with mine. Enough.

It took a friend to take my hand and show me the gifts I already have, and the positive spin on things that I've already done, to remind me how lucky I am. I've got my savvy back.

The surgery will be successful because there is no other possible outcome. Not for me. Not for the doctors who will be performing the operation. Success, and nothing less.

The books will do well. Once I wrap my brain around the actualities of the second book rather than trying to stretch a 15k short story, the words will flow and the world will build. After the two releases, I shall decide if I want to continue to play in that world for there are surely more stories to tell there.

The play is demanding my attention; but it's going to have to wait its turn. The books come first, then the play. That won't stop thoughts from flooding my mind, thoughts which I am tucking away on paper when I can.

The future is mine, waiting for me to accept all the richness and wonders it offers. Waiting for me to accept the direction that currently eludes me. I so look forward to it!