I am in need of a major pep talk. Like a Coach Taylor from Friday Night Lights pep talk. Like a stop whining, get over yourself, let it go, keep your chin up, the world doesn’t owe you anything, look at the bright side, just do it pep talk.
Like a Dad pep talk.
The hubbie is fairly good at them, but he’s got a lot on his plate right now, so there’s no need for me to be all bummer, woe is me, on him. Plus, hubbies in general are known for throwing in that one innocent, idiotic comment that colors everything black and turns all the pep into poop.
Here’s my situ…Besides the funkety funk funk I’ve been feeling lately, I finally heard back from the representative of the first major celebrity I’ve gone after for my book project. I won’t name names, but let’s just say she’s uber famous and she writes a blog that rhymes with POOP. So the good news is, I finally heard back. The bad news, and the reason for the needed pep talk, is that it was a THANK YOU BUT NO THANK YOU reply.
So, though I’m very happy with the progress of the book and VERY OPTIMISTIC about its future, I just hit my first hurdle, and it hurt. And though I’m sure there will be more along my journey, I am just taking a moment, on the inside, and on this blog, to have a pity party. A SHORT one. No balloons, no booze, no bad karaoke. Just taking a moment to think why would I be stupid enough to think this mega-star would have anything to do with my book. And then, in turn, question what I’m even doing trying to get a book published when I have no experience whatsoever.
So to combat my negative inner monologue and kick those nasty pity-party-going thoughts to the curb, I will deliver my own pep talk, to myself.
First of all, this doesn’t mean I/you won’t be able to get another notable person(s) to contribute.
Secondly, I/you don’t NEED celebrity contributors anyway. Though it would help to have a big name associated with the book, and it was our original idea to have notable contributors to show the universality of grief, it is not ESSENTIAL to the core purpose/message of the book.
Lastly, and most importantly, just because her “people” said no the first time around doesn’t mean I/you should give up hope on her and shouldn’t TRY AGAIN.
I remember seeing Maria Shriver on Oprah a few months ago (in fact I wrote about it here). She said it took five years of asking to finally get Bono and Gloria Steinem to speak at her woman’s conference. She said, I tell people they might as well say yes to me the first time around because I’m going to keep asking until I get a yes. Granted, she’s Maria Shriver, a Kennedy married to the Terminating Governor of the glorious state of California, but, I’m Mary Burt-Godwin of Mama Mary Show fame, married to the one and only G-Money, and what?
Ok, Mama Mary Pity Party officially over. So now I will turn to the five things that have given me inspiration and hope today.
#1 – Lexi’s luscious laughter, even if she is keeping me up at all hours of the night.
#2 – This photo my hubbie took at Balboa Park a few weekends ago; Hope and glory in full color..
#3 – This email from a dear friend’s sister in regards to the book project.
Mary, This is a wonderful project you are working on. I look forward to reading the book when it is finished. My father’s death was very difficult for me partly because I was not sure how to deal with the grief that I had. It triggered so many feelings that I know I am still dealing with. I think this project is such a great idea and I am sure it will be helpful to many women dealing with loss. Thank you for doing this.
#4 – This photo of my dad, which arrived in the mail, randomly, from my Uncle Jim. He found it as he was going through his things and sent a copy to my sisters and me.
Pretty handsome fella.
# 5 – This a card I found, given to me by my dad, at some point, years ago, when I needed a pep talk. As I’ve mentioned before, he was incredibly considerate when it came to sending cards, always with a caring, thoughtful handwritten message. I have many of them saved in a scrap book, and this one is my favorite.
The outside has a illustration of a cat (not the reason it’s my favorite) and says:
If you need a push, a pull, a tug, or just a hug…
And the inside, pre-printed message says:
I’m here for you.
My dad’s message:
It’s helpful for us to occasionally ponder Abraham Lincoln’s Road to the White House:
1831 Failed in business
1832 Defeated by Legisation
1833 Failed in business again
1836 Suffered a nervous breakdown,
1838 Defeated, defeated, failed, failed, defeated, etc.
1860: ELECTED PRESIDENT.
Mary, You have what it takes to achieve greatness, even if that amounts to nothing more than the realization that you have been a good person who has tried her best. Love Dad.
So here I go. Trying my best.