A tiny sense of peace

The phone is still not ringing, and with every day, I slowly try to... adapt my expectations. I spent the day at home today, doing laundry, catching up on things. The library was closed for President's day, so there was no use in running around trying to find a spot to work. Some things are just better written when surrounded with daily routine. This was my rationalization for a lazy day and I'm sticking to it.

Sometime during the evening, I remembered what a good friend once said to me and that I've "used" in moments of doubts ever since. Once, as I was sitting across a table from him, worried about my future, hurt by a rejection though I can't remember which one (a writer has to get used to that, apparently. And life in academia is not exactly easier), he said that things didn't happen to me until I was absolutely ready for them. I could tell him, right now, that I'm ready. But he would smile, tell me he knows it, but that maybe I need to wait just a bit longer.

So that's what I'll try to do. Look at the sticker, on my computer, that quotes Churchill ("Never never never give up"), and work.

Today, right this minute, this is a tiny window of peace.