Posted in Keep Going

Best player, but never picked

Recess during my elementary days were pretty rough! Every time it came time to play dodgeball, I cringed, because I knew one of two things were bound to happen: either I would be picked last or not at all! Both were a hard pill to swallow, because I couldn’t figure out for the life of me, why I was the best player, but never picked?

A little over a month ago, I submitted my book to Books-A-Million, to have it distributed and carried world-wide in their stores. I was so excited as I submitted my pitch (letter) and gave them what I thought to be the best reasons as to why they should “pick me”. With my book enclosed, I sealed up my letter, mailed them off, and anxiously waited (and prayed) to hear a favorable response.

Weeks had passed, and still no response, but I kept saying to myself, “Any day now, you are going to have your books sold in Books-A-Million”. That not only kept the suspense going, but it made me feel good about the wait. Besides, “good things come to those who wait”. Although I have “patience” issues, I still held out, because I just knew I was about to scratch a goal off of my goals list.

However, the only thing I ended up scratching off, was BAM as a distributor of my book. Sad to say, they sent me an email composed in what seemed to be a 200 font (I guess to make sure I read it), indicating they had decided not to accept my book. As the blood left my face, I said to myself, “What? Do you not know who I am? Do you know you have decided not to ‘pick the best player’ on the team”?

For the first couple of hours, I sat in disbelief, had a conversation with God, and then placed the rejection email in my “Their Loss” folder. Although I wanted to, I couldn’t get upset at them for passing on the opportunity of a lifetime. It was their decision to make and obviously they went with what they thought was best. Needless to say, I know God has my best interest at heart, and I’m confident BAM was not the “best” thing He has for me!

There are going to be times you are the best player on the team, and no matter how bad you want to play, you just aren’t going to get picked. However, you have to know that you are worthy of the starting position, and although one team might bench you, there’s going to be another one that puts you in their starting lineup! Whatever you do, keep playing…..one day you’re going to get picked!

Until next time my note takers!

Writefully yours,

Deetra La’Rue

Posted in patience

Can’t hardly wait

Sometimes I can’t stand the fact that I’m so “impulsive”, as one of my students so kindly (insert sarcasm) put it. “Mrs. B., sometimes I feel like you don’t have any patience with us, because you seem to be in a hurry a lot”, was the words my student boldly said to me. For once, I didn’t argue, because I know how I can be in a bit of a “rush” at times.

I’m not sure why though, because it’s not like I’m racing with someone, in hopes of beating them across the finish line. I’m the type of person who knows exactly what I want and will stop at nothing to get it, but it’s the waiting to get it that makes me antsy. If I don’t get what I want when I want it, then I start to take matters into my own hands, and try to speed up the process.

However, it’s sometimes what we go through in the “process” that prepares us for what we’re waiting for. I have a lot of goals, dreams and aspirations that I have yet to fulfill, and I find myself sitting wondering why they haven’t been attained. It’s not that I’m lazy or don’t put in the work to get what I want, but maybe God doesn’t think I’m ready to be where I want to be……just yet!

Hence, enduring the process to get to the outcome, which sometimes means waiting. It sucks, but at the same time, I know it’ll be worth it in the end. I’ve learned a big lesson out of this all, and it’s when I can’t hardly wait for something and try to rush my way through, I often end up not getting the outcome I desperately wanted. It pays to just keep still and be patient!

Until next time my Note takers!

Writefully yours,

Deetra La’Rue