I'm not good with change. It seems that, with each passing year, I am worse. With is unfortunate since the world is changing faster than ever before. Or maybe life is like that calculus class that you get behind in for just one week and are, thus, lost forever unless you can double up and figure out that one equation the whole rest of the class seems to depend upon.
But, probably I'm just getting old.
Most of you know by now that a month ago my first novel, Redneck Goddess, was published. Go to www.authorpamelafoster.com for a gander at this humourous look at the struggles of good, loving people to respond to change.
Lots of change in the world in general of course, and in my life in particular. First, of course, there's the book. I'm now doing book signings at retirement homes, libraries, the homes of lovely, generous friends - pretty near anywhere I can get people to stand still long enough for me to read to them for three minutes. My husband is my secret weapon in selling Redneck Goddess. So, that's good, I guess. Though I am already nostalgic for the time when I could sneak to the store for a twenty pack of fudge bars, or wolf down a Braum's burger without him dragging people over to meet me and get my autograph on the book he just sold them.
More good change in my life. I have a new grandson in whom I am falling more in love each day. Y'all are lucky I don't believe in giving out personal information of any kind about my children on the internet. Otherwise you'd already be looking at baby pictures. He is beautiful and watching my son adore this child is an unexpected joy that I am lapping up with a spoon. Of course, new love means new fears. It's been a while since I've let myself be this vulnerable to loss.
So, this morning as I sip my coffee and pray the air conditioner keeps winning its struggle with this heat, I thank God for change and pray earnestly that He grants me the strength to enjoy every minute of it and not succumb to the desire to hide my head under the covers and pretend the world is today exactly the way it was yesterday.