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.