Many of you
are aware that the last few years of my life have been, well, interesting to
put it lightly. It has meant that many
of my extra writing time and paying assignments had to be put aside. I’d been building my career steadily for many
years, now I’m almost back to square one as far as money goes.
I have other
skills. I have things I could do that would bring in a descent paycheck. I have things I would like to try that would
bring in a fair paycheck. I have things
that I currently do that bring in teeny-weenie paycheck.
Now that my
life has settled into a new normal I’ve begun pondering which one of those
paychecks I value from every aspect. I’ve
done a lot of soul searching and wondering what would happen to my sanity if I
went back to work at a “real” job full time.
It wouldn’t be pretty, but. . . money.
Need I say more?
The
fascinating thing is the more I’ve pondered this, my heart and my God have
whispered a very bizarre bit of counsel.
“You’re
already doing exactly what you are supposed to be doing.
Don’t worry.
Keep
writing.”
Can you
guess which line I’m having trouble with?
Yep, it’s
that whole “Don’t worry” thing. Did I
mention the lack of paying assignments and teeny-weeny paycheck?
It’s good to
know I’m still doing what I’m supposed to be doing, but starting at square one
is pretty scary.
So, for the
next year or so I guess I’m back to busting my not so little hiny with that “Keep
writing” thing.
