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Wheels In Motion

I've been setting in motion the wheels for my transition out of public education and into my true call in life: writing. It's not been a particularly easy (or quick) move for me. In fact, the main reason I decided to start teaching was because I thought that the hours would give me time to write.

That was seven years ago.

During that time I've done my fair share of editing and freelance work. I've even published a short story and almost finished the manuscript for a trade book. I have notebooks here filled with all sorts of ideas and outlines. The problem is that I don't always believe in my own talent and want everything completely perfect before sharing it with the world.

Since the divorce, though, I've found myself oddly comfortable in my own skin. I'm standing up for myself more and have embraced the all important question, "What do YOU want?" The answer has been slowly emerging, rising to the surface of the still waters that run so deep in my soul.

It's there.

So yesterday I went to an amazing event where writers and musicians and dancers and artists shared their work. Being around such creativity was energizing. I even shared "Jumping In Where You Find Your Peace", complete with accompanying nervous jitters. I think I might even seek out a few open-mic nights where I can share more poetry. I...may...even...sing!

It's all fun and exciting. I know my family is a bit nervous that I am following such a bohemian path again. (You're not getting any younger, you know!) All I know is that this is the path before me, and I will follow where it goes. For now.

Who knows what twists and turns will appear along the way.

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Christy said…
Oooo! Sing! It's so fun!
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