While  I  worked  my  way  through  the  day   I  constantly  checked  my  e-mails  and  waited  on  important  information.  I  had  documents  that  my  life  depended  upon,  and  my  self-confidence  struggled  to  focus  when  I  needed  it  to.

I  continued  to  work  on  my  rewrites,  and  each  time  my  phone  vibrated  on  the  desk  I  jumped  at  the  chance  to  check  it.  The  e-mails  were  useless,  a  bunch  of  generic  sales  rubbish  that  I  was  bombarded  with  on  a  daily  basis.  It  did  nothing  for  my  anxiety.

 I  was  still  waiting.

I’d  reached  another  milestone  Thursday  evening;  I’d  completed  my  rewrites.  Nature’s  Destiny  was  another  step  closer  to  being  published.  Friday  saw  the  beginning  of  the  final  edits,  (juxtaposition anyone?)  yet  I  still  pontificated  over  that  e-mail.  No  matter  what  I  tried  I  couldn’t  stop  thinking  about  it.  Was  it  good  enough?  Or  had  I  digressed  and  lost  the  plot  completely?

There  was  only  so  much  hostility  my  mind  could  take  from  itself  before  I  gave  up  completely.

And  then  it  arrived  with  a  score  of  96%.

My  heart  swelled  with  happiness,  and  the  smile  that  occupied  my  face  was  non-negotiable.  My  final  creative  writing  assignment  had  returned,  and  it  wasn’t   awful  like  I’d  convinced  myself.  I’d  done  it!

Sadness  came  soon  after  as  I  realised  I’d  finished  another  chapter  of  my  life.  I  pondered  for  a  while  until  I  thought  of  the  many  pathways   I  was  about   to  embark  upon.  After  all,  what  good  was  a  novel  with  only  one  chapter?

My  journey  was  far  from  over  with  creative  writing,  it  had  barely  begun.  As  I  waved  goodbye  to  one  opportunity,  I  welcomed  the  next  with  a  brave  smile  and  a  shielded  heart.

 I  wasn’t  invincible,  but  I  felt  like  a  superhero  in  my  own  world.