Writing

I know I’ve already said a couple times that I’ve come to the realization this past year that I am a writer.

I have owned it.

I really, really, really believe that God has given me this realization, even though it may come as no surprise to anyone but myself.

So, now, what do I do? What do I do with this self-revelation that I am a writer?

The obvious answer is to write.

I know I will keep blogging (Or ‘writing’ as I like to say. ‘Blogging’ just sounds so…preppy).

At my dad’s funeral service a couple weeks ago, I stood in front of everyone and gave a eulogy that I had written.

At the end of the service, as people were lining up to pay their respects to my dad, a long-time friend came up to me and gave me an encouragement that may have changed my life.

She reminded me that I had told her, back 20 or 25 years ago when I was a teenager, that what I wanted to do in life was be a writer.

I had forgotten about that.

I had forgotten that I wanted to be a writer.

I barely even remember telling her this.

But she remembered.

And she reminded me.

At the end of 2020 I was thinking a lot about my biz, and ‘How do I use my strengths in my biz????’

Because so often I feel like I’m failing in business…slow sales, slow motivation for me to market, slow, slow, slow…everything is slow…

But! I can write.

One of my strengths that I can use in business is writing.

Why don’t I start a blog?

A little voice in my head says, ‘But you started a blog. And it was hard. And you took it down. It wasn’t working.’

But that was before, really before, I discovered that I can write.

So I’m mulling over all this at the end of December; writing, starting a biz blog (Again), strengths, etc.

And then my friend reminds me of me wanting to be a writer when I was a teenager.

She was reminded simply because of the eulogy I shared.

And everything clicked it seemed.

And through tears I told her thank you, thank you, thank you.

I really felt that it was confirmation from the Lord…everything that I had been thinking about as far as my strengths and writing went…I felt the trajectory of my life change in that moment.

Confirmation from the Lord is a sweet, sweet thing.

This past Sunday I had a little melt down about life. Poured all my frustration out to my very patient husband. I was frustrated with my job.

‘I want to write my Squeaky books’, I said. (Squeaky is my favorite stuffed mouse that I’ve had since I was like five).

‘So write them’, Adam said.

Again, a light bulb is going off.

Ok. I am a writer, I want to write adventure books about Squeaky, so why don’t I?

So, Sunday, I started.

I don’t care if I become a writer who gets paid for what I write. I’m not really looking to make a career out of writing. I just want to fulfill my God-given calling of writing, whatever that may look like.

If that means blogging, writing Squeaky books and self-publishing, so be it. As long as I’m doing what God gave me to do, that enough for me.