Cardinal

This morning when I woke up, I had a feeling that the beginning of my novel needed a big overhaul. I was fairly certain my instinct was right, but I wasn't sure if I had it in me to edit 95,000 words worth of work on an android. 

I wrestled with my revelation before climbing out of bed. As I walked by a window in my house, in my head I went back and forth between "No, It's great" and "I really think the beginning needs a total change" and then I heard a series of chirps. I peered out the window and gasped.

In the back yard, in the middle of our only tree, sat a bright red cardinal. Instantly, I knew I was heading in the right direction. I knew to trust my voice and revisit my book. 

When my beloved grandmother died years ago, I started seeing cardinals everywhere. I soon learned that when you see a cardinal, it means a deceased loved one is visiting you. Ever since, whenever I felt sad or something was wrong, more often than not, a cardinal would appear. 

After admiring the sweet little bird in our yard, I sat down on the couch and began editing my book and so far, it is much better.

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