Consequences

While I was sitting in the shower at 2:30AM talking to my husband after he picked me up from a bachelorette party this past week, I came to a big realization. Actions have consequences.

Not exactly a new concept, but hear me out on this.

We all make a hundred decisions every day. They all have consequences, but we don't always notice. Did you wear the blue shirt or the purple one? Did you use the pink or brown eye shadow? Not really a big deal.

Maybe we decide to sit down and actually write a book instead of just talking about it. Decide to finish it. Decide to submit it to publishers. That has consequences, even if they are good ones.
Sometimes there are definite negative consequences. That last drink at a bar that you know you shouldn't have, but do it anyone. Maybe nothing will happen. Maybe you will end up puking in the gutter on the side of the road. 
TAMED was that first book for me.Then there are the consequences we expected. I shared my pen name and writing career with a few select individuals who know me in real life. The only rule? They had to keep it a secret. I trusted them. Not only with my secret, but with my career (both writing and otherwise). I did this because they are friends that I wanted to share my success and excitement with. People I turn to for support when things aren't going well. 
There are other consequences though. Ones that I have less control over. When one of those trusted individuals decides to break the agreement, there are consequences for both of us. I knew it could happen, but I didn't expect it. 
So, my husband and I were deciding how I'm going to handle it. What I was going to say when I went over the next day to confront said friend. He suggested waiting longer because the person in question was going to be incredibly hungover. I replied that actions have consequences. 
A hard lesson that apparently more than one of us learned in the last few days.