Me a ramblin'

I spent the better part of today lost in dreamland -- letting my mind take me to faraway places and people that are still close in my heart. (While, of course, still ploughing through all that needs to get done before this week's edition of the Alaska Star is shipped to the printer). It's amazing and daunting how full life is -- how much potential it holds, yet how much we hold ourselves back from that potential.

I received a letter of rejection from Lonely Planet this evening. After I sent my resume and some clips in to the guidebook company last spring, I received a response that asked me to complete a lengthy writing sample. A month ago I turned in that writing sample, and tonight I learned that my "writing is not as authoritative, engaging and evocative" as they're looking for in new writers. For a little while I felt deflated -- I mean I've never been rejected based on my writing before -- and then I realized I ought not to let my self-worth be based on other's opinions -- for good or bad. I've always written because, like being in the outdoors, that's what I love. Period. End of story.

Sweet dreams,

Amy