So I stand back up and breathe. Step out of the batter's box and check the third-base signals. Another breath. Step back in and get ready for possibilities. Profound? No. Reality? Yes.
As a writer, I live in a land of possibilities filled with book contracts, job bids, magazine acceptance, photo opportunities. Possibilities fuel my world and I regard them as precious commodities. Each and every one is really a gift.
Of course, this doesn't mean that negativity, fear, rejection, or impossibilities don't exist. I visit those lands even if I don't want to, but I can choose to walk the rim between those two places. Acknowledge both exist and choose where to walk. And to breathe.
Possibilities at every fork in the road. Now to pursue them...