“Hide not your talents, they for use were made. What is a sundial in the shade?” Benjamin Franklin
What I can say is, Destiny called, and I was more than eager to answer. When you put the desires of your heart out there in the Universe, don’t be surprised when you get just what you’ve asked for.
For me, Destiny came calling at the same time as resignation. I had tentatively accepted a second-shift office manager job but my savings account wouldn’t allow me to wait until the company was ready for me, so I signed up for temp assignment. Anyway, around that same time, a fella I casually knew posted on SM that he needed an intern to help him manage his theater and an upcoming production.
Well, I had been dragging my feet for a year…A YEAR! instead of reaching out to him for advice on breaking into theatrical work, so when this opportunity presented itself, I added myself to the conversation before I could chicken out.
Here we are three months later.
Back in January I announced that 2017 was going to bow down and submit to my ambition, beginning with publishing a novella I had been futzing with for years.
Well, the self-imposed deadline came and went, but 2017 ain’t over yet. Writing on the Wall is now a play and will open January 2018. 
I’m pretty chuffed, but at the same time this opportunity is one I’ve been preparing for for years. There had been doubts and misgivings and all sorts of anguish surrounding this project. I thought the resistance to finish this was because I didn’t have the skill or experience necessary to deliver the story.
In June I went to a writers conference and met with an editor who confirmed the voice in my head: you need a film/TV agent because your stories aren’t right for print.
Well, I don’t have an agent (yet), but in a matter of hours I’ll be in the room with agents and publicists and journalists for stage and screen who have come for the show I’ve been assisting with, and I don’t doubt I’ll be pitching my own ideas as well.
I’ve said yes to too many things and people who weren’t in-line with my goals. It’s high time I said yes to my own dreams and spend my creative energies on my-own-damn-self. And you know what? I don’t have the slightest flutter of nerves. This is what I’ve been studying for. This is what I’ve spent thousands of hours writing and rewriting for. This moment is a culmination of training and sacrifice. It’s up to me to sustain my previous habits and adapt them to my new arena.
My prayers are being answered, and I have taken Destiny’s hand. All I had to do was say Yes.
May your hard work place you in the path of blessings so that you are prepared to receive them too.
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Blessings, y’all!
Daphne Marie 