Today is Thursday. It occurred to me last week that I happen to be Thursday’s Child. For those of you who have never come across the rhyme, it goes like this:
Monday’s child is fair of face.
Tuesday’s child is full of grace.
Wednesday’s child is far from woe (some say full but I prefer the positive version).
Thursday’s child has far to go.
Friday’s child is loving and giving.
Saturday’s child works hard for his living.
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
You can see why the rhyme may have sunk into oblivion, but I’m not going into that today.
As a child, I remember having a discussion with my sisters about our particular days of birth. It was agreed that I fit the Thursday’s child mold although the reason why escapes me now. It’s quite possible that we arranged whatever factual odds and ends we had to suit our version of who we were (or wanted to be!). It’s rather like those personality tests that we love to take. If the outcome is to our liking, then it’s hastily shared with a degree of smugness and self-satisfaction. If, however, the outcome proves to be undesirable, we just take the test again, convinced we missed out on certain details that affected the outcome.
And so, for the longest time, I was of the idea that I would go to many places, do many things, learn many things. Then the whole business of growing up happened and the rhyme, along with the promise, faded away. Then last week, it resurfaced as I was trying to do some mental housekeeping. The flurry of activities that had me juggling projects was responsible for the sudden onset of this housekeeping. I had dodged the hurry-hurry-ding-ding kind of living only for it to catch up when my dream of having my very own published children’s book finally happened.
An aside: Which proves that you have to work to make your dreams come true. As John Whitney (delightfully played by Mike Myers in View From the Top) said, “You have to get off your ass to make a buck.”
So am I there yet? Maybe “there” is the operative word. Taken within the context, it points to the end of the journey. If I had done this years ago, before the age of Indie publishing, hashtags, likes, tweets, etc., that may well have been the case. But it isn’t that way anymore. Getting the book accepted by a publisher is just one leg of the journey. The next leg is another adventure altogether!
Consider this, then, an invitation. Do join me tomorrow on The Pink Net when Erin is finally launched. There will be no champagne or pastries, but there will certainly be some giveaways both from myself and my fellow authors at the Anchor Publishing Group. It will be a celebration of the next chapter in this adventure made more special because you’ll be there sharing it with me!