I was let go from The Stir yesterday. I'm fine, really. It's a good decision all around, and I'm excited to seek out better writing opportunities. I also needed a little breathing room for things like sleep and time with my husband. My writing wasn't a good fit, and I could feel that.
But, I'd be lying out my ass if I said it didn't sting.
I sometimes think I could make a decent amount of money writing. I think I'm good at it. I feel I've found my voice, and it's okay I spent years of my life never really fitting in anywhere, no matter how many things I joined or managed or organized, because I found writing. Then I get a note from BlogHer that this post I wrote about my dad -- the post I'm most proud of from three years of writing -- wasn't selected for the BlogHer keynote and then a week later I'm let go from a writing gig.
That'll make a secure writer a little shaky.
Hey, I know if anything's worth doing, you have to develop a tougher skin while doing it and all the above is more about bad timing and different writing styles and traffic stats than it is about how much my writing sucks, but I still allowed myself a little time and champagne to wallow in last night.
Everyone needs a little time and champagne to wallow in from time to time.
Good things will come, I have faith in that, and I'm not even panicking over our (even tighter) budget because we'll be fine. I believe that. So, we don't buy the organic milk for a couple months and we make that No Eating Out in August experiment more a Written in Stone Rule for a while.
We scale back, we remember what's important, and we move forward.
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If you have been following my weight-loss calendar posts at The Stir, I'll no longer be writing them, but I will be back at Bodies in Motivation writing there with a little more freedom, which will be refreshing. Thanks to Linda for welcoming me back.
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I am officially back from San Diego, and if you care to look at any pictures from my trip out west for Comic-Con, they're up at Flickr.