When the only project that interested me was a book on discerning a new path in life, I probably should have known that my job in publishing was not going to last. But we don't always see what is right before our eyes. Luckily, I had some help along the way, in a form that I don't think my employers could have expected.
I was working as an assistant editor at the time, with the mandate to find authors for our program and a very vague idea of how to do this. By chance, I came across a passage from Sister Joan Chittister, fortuitously given as a reflection for my birthday -- We are what we are, but the gift of self unfolds as we go, often slowly, always with surprise -- and I could not get it out of my head. I took a shot and reached out to her, and I was thrilled when it turned out she had plans to write on just this subject.
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