Fruit of One's Labor?

I was having one of those moments this morning where you wonder if it's all worth it. I'm almost finished with alpha2 and was thinking about getting the beta copies printed, sending them out to beta readers, getting the feedback (which may or may not be terrifying), re-editing and then sending it to publishers who may or may not tell me that I'm a hack and don't deserve to live, let alone write anything.

Mulberry trees, or one black mulberry tree in particular, play an important role in my story for two of the three main characters and is directly related to the third. They also tie in with the mythos of Pyramus and Thisbe, the fated lovers whose blood stained the berries of the mulberry tree after their double suicide.

Just now I went outside to take the recycling to the bin and discovered an enormous black mulberry tree in the alley of my apartment's property. I picked a whole bowl of them and am eating them while I edit. Sometimes I get the feeling something is trying to tell me something.