No matter the thickness of your skin, adversity comes to us all. When you pour your broken heart and scraped-thin soul into your work, you don’t want rejection. After decades of hard work, to have your scheduled presentation cancelled due to "possibly offending the audience with religious controversy," you have to wonder why you put yourself out there. We won't even talk about the lost revenue.
To have a major institution cancel you by an email from a third party within weeks of presenting, without a full explanation, or even the hint of an apology, as if you were nothing at all but a blip on their schedule ... it's cruel, really.
But it is not the end of the world. To say the least.
I guess few writers wear their feelings on their sleeves. Or blog about it. But I figured, why not? This has not been an easy row to hoe. Might as well see the downside, as well as my victories.
We take the bad with the good and hope for the best. When you get right down to it, my husband lost his 18 year-old daughter to a childhood illness in 1997, and he’s also a recent breast-cancer survivor. At one point in my life, my children and I were homeless. There are a lot worse things. A lot worse.
In the end, God always has a way of turning my adversities into advantages. And I like that.
Blessings to you and yours.