Pivot

This week tested me.

More rejections came in and paired with the complete stall of my social media; it hit harder than I expected. Hard enough that I had a minor breakdown. I took two days off for my mental health… but the break didn’t really happen. Life at home and family responsibilities filled that space instead.

It was rough. There’s no better way to say it.

But in the middle of all of it, I learned something important about myself.

I poured my pain, my trauma, and my lived experiences into my book. And now, when that book gets rejected, it feels personal. It feels like someone is saying that my pain doesn’t matter.

Logically, I know that’s not true. Rejection in publishing isn’t a judgment of worth or experience—it’s timing, fit, market, and a hundred other factors.

But emotions don’t always listen to logic.

After the meltdown, I started picking things back up again. Posting. Showing up. Trying, even when it felt heavy.

Because at the end of the day, I still believe in this story.

I believe it matters. And I believe it will matter to someone who reads it.

So, for now, I’m shifting focus.

I’m going to work on my social media and actually learn how to grow it. I’m going to learn how to sew—because apparently finding a seamstress is harder than I thought, and I need a Wrinkled Rags original in the real world. I’m going to work on getting my home, my family, my finances, and my life a little more stable.

And through all of that, I’m going to keep writing.

Not just this book—but the many others I’ve already written, and the ones still forming in my head.

I’ll figure out how to publish. One way or another.

So, if you’re struggling right now, hear this:

It’s okay to struggle. It’s okay to step back for a moment.

But don’t stop.

As my best friend says, pivot.

Try a different approach. And if that one doesn’t work—pivot again. Keep adjusting. Keep moving. Keep believing that there is a way forward, even if you haven’t found it yet.

Because you will.

Until next time, stay sassy.