Moving Forward on a New Path

No man is an island, blah blah blah...
Sometimes being surrounded by a large body of water can be a good thing. Especially when all you want to do is cry, scream or punch a pillow until you're covered in feathers - which would be impressive from a cotton pillow.
I've always been a believer in moving forward. You keep going and when you accidentally eat something you shouldn't you add the offending food or ingredient to the do-not-eat list and get back to cooking. When the rejection letter comes in, you send it out again. You make short term goals with the long term ones in mind. You make lists and pinpoint when you will accomplish them.
The hardest part isn't finding the time, which is almost impossible, it's sticking to it. It's doing what you know you should even when there is no immediate reward. It's when you can't catch a break and no reason is given. You can do everything right and still feel sick, you can write what others call brilliant and still be told 'it's not for us'. When that happens, all at once, how do you keep from giving up?

I've been stuck on that question for a while now. As I search the web for other Celiac suffers and writers/editors/agents with advice to give I realize that maybe the answer is to reach out. To extend a hand over the wall, lake, or whatever isolation unit best describes your methods and ask for a little guidance. Turn down the ipod and listen to someone else. After all, you shouldn't stop moving forward but maybe it's time for a new path.