That’s what I keep trying to do. A thousand and one, maybe. I’ve been doing it all my life and if I know me, I’m not gonna stop any time soon.
I’m gifted, and I know it. I’ve always known it. God has given me a little bit of a whole lot of different talents. Not so much that I excel at very many of them, but just enough to be pretty good at a bunch of stuff. So…I keep on going in this direction or that direction, trying to figure out where I’m supposed to end up. I wonder if I’m the only person who does this? I just imagine that there are a lot of creative people who are just like me, and can’t quite wrap their heads around just what it is that they are supposed to be doing!
And so tonight, I’m wearing Minnie Mouse pajama bottoms and a semi-colon tank top (if you don’t know what that means, look it up) along with my poop boots (these are the ones that I wade through the dog pen in) with no socks and a black jacket that I threw on just to go outside to get Jaxson (my sweet Great Pyrenees) to bring him in for the night–when it hits me like a bolt of lightning, but not really because I already know it, and I always have. So I rush over to my computer and turn it on to see some new pink flamingos on my cover screen (it changes every day) and type in my pass code just to find out that the internet is iffy (as usual)! Anyway, I did all that because for some reason I feel compelled to pass my revelation on to you, so I wait it out. And here we are.
I am a writer. That’s my big news. It’s what I am, what I have always been, and what I always will be. It is my most treasured God-given talent. I started writing about as soon as I started talking. I can remember making up poems in the bathtub (I can’t help it if the bathroom is where I do my best work) when I was as young as five years old, and I started writing them down at around seven or so. I have spent a lifetime writing different things like stories and plays and songs and poetry. I was hired to work for a newspaper fresh out of high school, but I let someone who didn’t even matter tell me that I would never amount to anything, and I believed her, so I didn’t show up for my first day of work or any other day after. That’s a confession that I am embarrassed to make, but I’m glad that I finally had the courage to tell. I don’t know where I would be today if I had swallowed my fear and done it anyway. It’s not the only time that I have let fear beat me out of something I really wanted.
So if you know me at all, you know that I can draw, paint, and create some pretty cool stuff. I’m pretty good at building and coming up with awesome solutions for my house. I’m a merchandiser and an idea person. I can DIY with the best of them, and I’m very handy with power tools. I can speak in public and teach and do workshops and lead and sing karaoke (I don’t do that one too well, but it’s still fun). God has gifted me in wonderful ways, but when it comes down to it, those are things that I do.
What I AM is a writer. All that other stuff is just extra.