I left work for a week in June to attend/ minion at the Writing the Other Retreat (more on the retreat later).
When I came back, I found this on the corner of my desk:
I have no idea who left it for me, and honestly, I am of two minds regarding this pin.
I understand the spirit in which it was (probably) left for me: encouragement from someone who knew where I was going, knows how important writing is to me, and who hopes to one day see my name on a book, because they can say “I knew her when.” Or, you know, just wants to see me succeed at something I’ve chosen to do.
On the other hand, I look at it and go “Future” Author? What the hell does all the time I spend writing now make me, if not an author?
As I said, two minds, but I can’t bring myself to wear it.