One year of doing what I love
Hey, I just realized that it’s been a little over a year since I opened the doors of TBA. I was just sitting at lunch talking to someone about the fact that I am so lucky to be able to do what I love. Failure has never been an option for me in this job because I seriously could not do anything else for a living. I’m not being hyperbolic (well, except that I’m always hyperbolic without really meaning to be), I seriously am not qualified to do anything else. If you have a masters in English Lit, you don’t have a whole lot of job opportunities, believe me.
I digress. My lunch companion pointed out that the first step to doing what you love is actually knowing what you’d love to do, and that many people really don’t know what that is. Which is why you guys are lucky too. If you’re reading this, you may be making a living as a writer (which I know is an enormously wonderful situation to be in), or you may be struggling to make a living while you write, or you may be doing fine financially in a job you hate, struggling to find the time to write, or some combination/permutation of any of those.
And I know this is a tough, tough business, and that success can be so elusive, and that writing can be so lonely. But at the end of a long, tiring, stressful day, you still know what you love. And you’re doing it. And so, like me, you’re lucky, so much luckier than the people you know who have no idea what they’d love to be doing.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a part of a wonderful community of artists and businesspeople and combinations of those two, all of us united because we love books and we love reading and we love creating. Books saved my life. And now I get to help people make more books. What could be luckier or better than that?
Happy Birthday to me!