First of all, I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Sidda Lee Tate and I am one of the newbie authors with Beachwalk Press. Pamela has been wonderful and words cannot express how grateful I am to her for giving me the opportunity to join such a talented group of authors. My first novella, The First Night, is scheduled to come out on December 17th. I am counting down the days with cart-wheels and clapping.
Secondly, I must give a shout out to Lacey Wolfe. My first blog post was supposed to be last Monday and she graciously filled in for me. Thank you, Lacy!
As a virgin blogger, I was nervous and excited at the same time. I couldn’t wait to see my writing on Spicin' It Up. It was all planned out, what I would say, how I would say it…everything, stashed away in my head just waiting to burst out. But, life intervened more than I planned.
Luck would have it- and the fact that I’m the most accident prone person on the planet- the Friday before my first big post, (Insert classic, black and white, western movie scene here.) I found my self on a runaway mule wagon with no driver and was forced to jump, landing in a ditch full of rocks. My brother, he had to jump too, but I contribute his few scratches to the fact that he is part Spider-man.
Lying on the stretcher in the emergency room, I realized I escaped severe injury. Staples in my head, road rash, and numerous contusions were nothing compared to what could’ve happened, and the infamous question “why me?” popped into my head. But only once. In return, it was answered with several others. What if my son or nephews had been on there? Or my mom? What if the wagon had run over my sister or husband or brother-in-law? The answers were far too traumatic to think about. That was when I panicked, breaking down to tears. Not because of the pain radiating through my body, but because of the suffering my family would have endured had the situation turned out differently for any of us.
Truth is, I would gladly take the hell I went through and more a thousand times over to keep the ones I love from experiencing the same...many of us would. But how can we keep our thoughts from drifting to what could’ve been? We can’t. We’re human.
We do have the power, however, to not stress over life’s bumps and bruises. After all…it can always be worse.