Okay, I know you’re going to say, well, it’s a trap to attach our happiness to acknowledgement, and I agree. But we also live and work in community. Unless we’re off living in a cave, we have relationships. We’re on social media, exchanging snippets about our lives, what we value, how we have fun, what we’re about.
This week something rather spectacular happened. I didn’t seek it out. It just happened. What I call spontaneous abundance. My first two books in The Dare Valley series, NORA ROBERTS LAND and FRENCH ROAST, were included in an ad that Amazon put out with books by Nora Roberts, Susan Anderson, JoAnn Ross, and lastly Carly Phillips. Remember that last name. I’ll come back to her later.
Let me talk a little about one of the best lessons my mom ever imparted to us six kids about acknowledgement. She said over and over again that you acknowledge the person who’s cleaning the bathroom at school with the same grace and respect as the president of the United States (or someone else big; pick your person). Each of us is special in our own right. And for me and my house, this is a motto to embody.
Consider the flip side for a moment. When I came to Washington DC out of graduate school, I experienced the opposite of being acknowledged as a person. DC, for all its positives, is an ambitious town, and lots of people only want to be around people who can “get them someplace.” This has never resonated with me, and thankfully I was able to be successful here because I went counter-culture, and people really liked that. It was like a light house in a foggy night.
On one such night in DC early on, I had a rather humorous experience, and if I wasn’t more grounded, it might have hurt my feelings. I came to DC after winning a fellowship to work on international elections. Sometimes you don’t realize how big a deal something is until you arrive. Well, I arrived and am told they were going to honor me in a banquet. I was like, wow! Really? Okay. The banquet was set in a posh club even the TV show Scandal would use as a setting. I was 23 years old, mind you, and this was the biggest event I’d gone to.
I bought the best dress I could afford because I could make more money working at McDonalds than at this fellowship (as my accountant cousin pointed out). When I stepped into the swank club, my senses were awash. Honeyed wood. Tiffany glass. Thousand dollar suits. Silk ties in patriotic colors. And the smell of money and power thick in the air. People glanced at me as I mingled and then past me, dismissing me. I didn’t know a soul, but I’m pretty outgoing. I tried to engage people, but no one was biting.
Then the comedy began. The “important” people started handing me their coats since I was standing on the outside watching it all now, assuming I worked at the club or was an intern or something. In sum, they treated me poorly. When the president of the organization announced it was time for the sit-down dinner, I made my way in and was ushered to the head table by him. The man I sat next to had been the last prime minister of Canada, and he was just one luminary at the table. It was all of these “established” people and me. I was younger by thirty years easily and one of the only woman not a wife. I watched in total fascination as the people who’d handed me their coats winced and shifted in their seats, seeing me there. As the people who’d brushed me off when I’d tried to engage them in conversation had their mouths drop open slightly.
Well you know where this is going, right? After dinner, there was a stampede by those same people to meet me and joke about thinking I had been an intern. I felt like few were genuinely sorry they had treated me poorly, and from that moment on in DC, I was always aware of this real negative in various circles.
I’m now in a new career, and even I can see how there’s a distinction between the published authors and not-yet-published authors; from the New York Times bestsellers and the published authors; and the traditionally published and the independently published authors. I’ve seen some of this “looking past people” at conferences, at publishing parties, even at local workshops.
So this makes it even more special when I share my absolute joy over this Amazon ad (to me a divine blessing) on my Facebook page this week, and because someone on my page, links in Carly Phillips, she actually shows up and comments. Says “congrats.” That act is what my mom was talking about. That’s grace and class and human respect. And I’m grateful for it. It’s the way I live my life, and it’s always so wonderful to see it in other people. So thank you, Carly Phillips, for acknowledging me. For showing me there are people in this new career of mine–and in life–who feel and act the same as I do. For acknowledging me in this new career, and not just handing me your coat or ignoring me.
You made me happy. Because I was seen.
And isn’t that deep down what we all want in life?
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Carly Phillips says
It’s been a rough week for me – a year since I lost my dad – and I haven’t had much reason to smile. Thank you for giving me one. 🙂
Stephanie says
Great story! Carly is one of my all time favorites! I read Santa Baby long ago because Jennifer Cruise is one of my all time favorite also. (I have a lot of all time favorites) So I read Carly’s story and love it and Lori foster also wrote in the book. I went out and bought a book from each of them, read them, loved them. So through J.Cruisie I found two new favorite authors. NOW through Carly who linked this story through her Facebook, I might have found another one to add to the list. Looking forward to reading you now! Just from reading the excerpt of Nora Roberts Land I have a feeling I’ll love it. Have a blessed day!
Tommie Morris says
What a pleasant article! Someone is actually happy, & expressing thanks. Not often are people verbally doing such.I have not read Ava Miles books, but you can sure believe I will!!!This gal has an outlook we should all be blessed with! Maybe this would be a better world….Thank you,Ava…..
Cheryl Grossel says
I’ll have to add you to my TBR pile, and even put you at the top of pile! Looking forward to discovering a new favorite author!
Mona K says
Hi Ava,
This is so touching…I love Carly and just discovered her books. I have recently been connecting with people from grade school which is so cool through Face Book…I was such a shy girl back then….never had dates and some boys talked to me..now some of the guys are connecting with me..It really makes me happy..Hope to meet up with them. I just found my best friend…she and I were born in the same hospital couple days apart. I love to talk with people about anything and everything…so I get everything your saying…I am going to check your books out…If you have a face book page I will Like you on there..I am smiling as I’m writing this…All my best….xoxox…Mona
Jill says
Awwwwww! That was beautifully said! You just brought tears to my eyes! Everyone deserves to be seen and acknowledged! I’m so glad you are getting your due! Kudos to both you and Carly!