Writing – A post for myself

This is a post for me….but you can read it if you want.

A post for me to remember what I’m doing and why I’m doing it…why I love it.

I have been going back and forth (and back and forth and back and forth) about a decision lately.  About whether to continue with a project I’ve already started.  And it’s a project that has great potential to bring lots of good to our family.  I know I could be good at it if I work hard.  But the question has been: Do I want to do this?  And honestly, I kept changing my mind about the answer.  Yes I do, No I don’t, maybe I could just do it a little bit.

But the question that I finally came back to is this: What is the ONE thing that you want to do? That you were created to do?

(Now, in this one thing I don’t mean the chief end of man question, I mean specifically what did God create me to do for His glory.)

OK, here I should back up a little bit long way and switch gears to story time.

When I was around ten years old my best friend was Ashley.  We homeschooled together and were ALWAYS at each others houses, together at church or school activities or talking on the phone.  Now at this moment I can’t tell you more than a couple of phone numbers that I have memorized, since everything is stored in my phone, but I can still remember Ashley’s phone number from when we were growing up.  But anyway, to the story.

One day I was at Ashley’s house playing and she showed me a story book she had written for a Young Author’s Conference at her school (before she started homeschooling).  I don’t remember what the story was about exactly (although I think it had something to do with aliens….), but I became OBSESSED with the idea of writing a story.  And I wanted to write a story.  I still remember that day so vividly, because all I could think about was writing a story.

I went home and told me my mom “I want to be a writer”, and from that day nothing has changed.  I’m still absolutely obsessed with the thought of writing stories.  Putting words on paper or computer screen and seeing them in black and white thrills me to death.

So what is that one thing? Well that’s easy, writing.  So if that’s the one thing, why is this question of this other thing so difficult?

Simple, it’s not.

So from here today I’m letting go of the “other thing” so I can focus.

I am a Writer.

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