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About my Book
And the part of me that struggles to celebrate such
It feels WAY too far away to actually talk about, let alone celebrate, but still, I’m naming it:
On 10.3.23 my book will be published! Rewriting Eve: Claiming Women’s Sacred Stories As Our Own.
I am relieved beyond words that 20-ish years of writing — and my deliberating and editing and doubting and pitching and starting over and sticking with it and frankly, just sheer endurance — is, at last, making its way into a book that I can hold in my hands . . . as can you.
I can also tell you that it would be just like me to bypass every bit of this, to not note the significance of today’s date, to not let myself revel — even for a moment — in what I’ve accomplished, to not celebrate at all.
My dear friend Tanya Geisler talks about this often:
“[T]he Imposter Complex and its relentless requirement for perfection and certainty tries to keep us from celebrating our accomplishments, because what has been done is ‘not enough.‘”’ Or it could have been done better, faster, or more . . . something.
And so many of us have been conditioned to believe that celebrating our own accomplishments is far too much. Far too audacious.
And who are you to be larger than life, anyways?
