Well, I haven’t gone off topic for a while and given that I’m leaving for New York in just a few hours and my usual pre-flight did-I-pack-right-will-my-cats-go-on-hunger-strikes-with-me-gone-and-what-if-I-get-strip-searched-at-the-airport level of anxiety making me draw a complete blank on the topic of wind, I figured I’d write a bit about the way my life has changed since my book came out.
In short, it hasn’t.
I don’t mean this to sound remotely embittered. I just mean that we’re all sort of conditioned to think that when something we’ve worked toward for a long time happens, our lives will suddenly be unrecognizable from the way they were.
For many years I was the person who thought THIS thing or THAT accomplishment would be the experience that would catapult me into some fourth dimension of wonderfulness, only to always learn that that never ever happens. I mean, maybe it does if you’re The Devil Wears Prada girl, but none of my evil bosses have ever been famous. Nevertheless, in my experience, even thoroughly fantastic things don’t bring about sudden, spontaneous change. It’s only when I’m looking back that I can see the subtle shifts that were a result of whatever the thing was that I once thought would bring me everlasting glee. Oh and also true happiness doesn’t come from anything external since it’s not about what happens to us but how we handle it.
Or maybe it’s just book two where everything changes?
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