Due to the suggestion and encouragement from both my grandmother and my mother, I have submitted an article to a magazine. Out of the 50 billion women (give or take a few trillion) submitting, the magazine is choosing 12 people. These 12 lucky people will then attend an all expense paid writing workshop.
I so have this. It's like a no brainer. I mean really, look at the odds!
OK, maybe not.
You aren't going to believe where this writing workshop is going to be held. I can sense your envy through cyberspace now.
And not just anywhere in Washington state, mind you. We are talking the lush, warm, tropical town of Port Orchard. See, I knew you would be jealous. For the record, I'm so not picky!
Seriously though, if I had a bucket list this would be on it. And no, I don't mean winning. I mean this actual task of writing it, printing it and addressing the envelope.
Here's an idea. I could start a bucket list, like today. I could write in 'submit an article to a publication.' I could then immediately cross it off! Talk about accomplishment. Wouldn't that feel great? Do you ever write a task down on a list, even though you have already completed it, just for the sheer satisfaction of crossing it off?
There is no drug available that can provide such a rush.
Of course, reality is we live in a world of rejection. This is life after all. And yes, this article could just be the beginning of a new string of them in my life.
But, who cares? At least I did it and for now that's enough. Kind of.