It was one of those weeks where rejection and acceptance played the “two steps forward, two steps back” dance.
First, a rejection:
And then, the doorbell rang–“Are you expecting anyone?”, Francisco asked–and I found the UPS man downstairs with a package addressed to me.
The Fodor’s Puerto Rico guide!
Yes, I know this photo is crappy; I took it all excited like, without any thought for technique or form. But this is one of my features! And look… it has my name there and everything!
That was definitely a sweet way to end a very weird week. And the news that five of Francisco’s photos were included the guide was extra swell.
If your life looks more like the first photo than the second, just keep plugging away.
You’ll get there.