I've been feeling like a loser lately. Lost a collaborator, a few subscribers, 24 cartons of books, and some dignity. Life happened.

Then this morning, I got an email from a stranger asking for two signed copies of my book. Like wtaf?

Life is strange that way. And I want those who are struggling to know: sometimes, the proof that you’re still meant to be doing this shows up quietly. It's hard to see the good when we are so consumed in the bad.

So yeah, keep going.

P.S. And if all else fails, hit me up and I'll be happy to be your cheerleader. Perhaps after I pull myself from this rut.

Lots of love, Billie