It wasn't wrong because it was bad. It was wrong becaause it was 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆.

And honestly?

Because I didn't really believe there was a chance for more.

I didn't even look for options because some part of me didn't think. Didn't think of myself as a writer. Didn't think my little hearfelt effort was a real book.

This morning, the same universe that told me "finish the book" dropped a free webinar in my lap. "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨."

It was Good Friday. I wasn't going anywhere.

So I sat down and got the information I should have had 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 I leaped. Before I uploaded, and before I was ready to press go.

I had lied to myself and didn't even realize it. I even told people "Self publishing and technology is how we more forward without fear" - THAT is a LIE. 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗜.

I didn't know what I didn't know.

This morning I learned something that stopped me cold — had I gone down the path I was already on, this book (this little piece of my soul) would likely have been ineligible for traditional publishing. 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿.

I may have mockup copies in my hands. But I can still press pause. So now I get to make a 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 choice.

Not the default one.

Not the easy one.

A chosen one. Do I shoot for the moon? Or play it safe?