My first thought was “I don’t need any help. I’m doing this for myself.” I remembered the Rumi poem I saw the other day that said,
I have been a seeker and I still am,
but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
And while that is true, I let myself think about it a little longer and realized there’s help to be had. It looks like this:
- A nice, kind publisher and editor. A team of people who get what I’m doing, love it, inspire and encourage me, help me to create beautiful things and get them out into the world. I love the stories of someone happily blogging away being approached by someone who says “hey, I work with this publishing house and we’ve been following your work, we love what you are doing — wanna write a book for us?”
- A tribe of kindreds that support me and my work. People who love me, who inspire and encourage me, who will gently tell me the truth, who believe in what I’m doing and want to share it.
- Kind and gentle readers. People who get what I’m doing, who need what I’m doing, who want what I’m doing, who I can inspire and encourage.
- The love, patience, and support of my tiny family.