Hope springs eternal. This is the most true phrase there ever was except maybe, “don’t shit where you eat” (for utterly obvious reasons). I mean, WHAT’S NOT TO LOVE about sunshine that breaks through winter clouds and coaxes buds and bulbs and bunnies to life? Or the twitter of happy birds, desperate to sing a happy song with Snow White herself.
Yet despite the blissful side of spring, the season also signifies renewal and rebirth—some of the more difficult concepts we grapple with in life. Because with renewal, comes plenty of heartache and KERSPLATS. Like that time when you sent off manuscript pages that were stupendously amazing and you were really, really excited. The book was ready…or so you thought, until the big fat rejection made you think otherwise. KERSPLAT.
But did the “R” erase your need to create? Did it change your love of the written word? NOPE. It only made you spring into the next phase (after licking your wounds and comforting your ego)—this next phase where you pushed your craft to another level, where you became a better version of your writerly self to move forward.
Kersplats and renewal are painful, but without them, we wouldn’t change and grow to relish in the spring sunshine.
What was one of your big kersplats? What did you learn about yourself in the process?