For the longest time I’ve been trying to find my place in the world of poetry, and I just discovered that I can’t find it because it’s not there. I’m not saying I don’t have some ability, but to make it in the poetry world (just as in most other things in life), you have to work a lot harder than I’m willing or able to right now. This is a 180-degree turn from just six months ago, when I’d pulled everything out and started submitting work and even applied for a grant. Around that same time I applied for acceptance into Formalista and, last month, was accepted. But I never got around to posting an introduction, and today I went and discovered my name was removed. “She who hesitates is lost.” It’s just as well. I’d never have fit in and would just have made a fool of myself eventually. I’m not that caliber a poet, though it was nice (I must confess) to have been a part of something much bigger than myself, if only for a few weeks.
So I’m done trying to fit in. Square peg, round hole. From here on out, if it’s not square I’m not even going there, lol.
Live, love, laugh. And be honest with yourself and others.