For a little while now, I have been struggling with my writing career because I felt like I was trying to hard to fit into what everyone else does to be successful instead of doing what makes me happy. Then, this past week I had something amazing happen and it was one of those little moments when I knew that God was looking down on me.
When I went into accounting, I never did become a CPA or financial person because the part that I liked was the bookkeeping. I could probably be making more money, but there’d be more stress, too and I wouldn’t love the work I was doing. When I can get two different sets of numbers to balance for me it’s like solving a puzzle and it makes me feel good. That’s what I wanted to do. It makes me happy.
When I started to write, I knew that I wanted to share a message. I soon learned that I wasn’t that important; the message was going to come from God, and I didn’t have to reach millions of people. If I just reach one person, then it was enough. I don’t care about being famous or making a ton of money. I don’t really care about writing a best seller. I want to have a moment writing that makes me happy like I did this week. This week while I was writing, I had an idea that connected scenes of my story together and with different themes and characters in a way that seemed totally organic. It reminded me of that idea that a sculpture looks at a block of rock and then chips away at it until he reveals the art that was inside. When I can write and it feels like everything is just coming together, at that moment I am truly just enjoying writing and I don’t care if anyone reads it or if I make any money at it. I am enjoying creating this story that’s inside my head for the sake of art and it makes me happy.
