Why Perspective Is So Important

I am a ghost writer (well, except for this blog and the other ones that will be launching very, very soon!)

What that means is that I write for other people.  They give me their thoughts, the points they want to make, and I make sentences and paragraphs for them.  That's the simple version of it.  But you get the gist.

I'm a "ghost" because I don't have a by-line on their work.  A by-line is the place on an article or a book that tells you who wrote it.  But I like being a ghost.  I don't need the by-line.  And after all, it's their work.  Their thoughts.  Their points.  I'm just helping them to be awesome at what they do. (HA!  If I do say so myself!)

I have some really, really great people that I get to work with who are doing great, great things in the world.  They are helping churches, helping people in the midst of some difficult life struggles, helping women have more organized lives, and helping people build their dreams, just to name a few! How can I NOT love this job?

There are days when I'm overwhelmed at the level of trust people have placed in me.

Yesterday was one of those days.  At the end of the day I sat down at the kitchen table, put my head in my hands, and said to my husband about a new, very large client that I have, "I don't know if I can do this.  What if I'm not good enough? They're trusting me with their dream!"  He said, "They picked you.  They know tons of writers.  Probably good ones.  They picked you.  Now go take a bubble bath."

I love that man.  Such perspective.

It is so easy to convince ourselves what we aren't.  What we can't do.  What we won't be good at.  Sometimes we just need people who have a different vantage point to give us perspective.

All that to say, I'm feeling thankful today.  Thankful for great people who trust me with their dreams.  And thankful for a new perspective.  (and for my husband who knows how to shut down my doubts!)

Day 54: New Beginnings

I lost my job recently.  That might be a news flash to some of you and maybe not so much to others.  There is a lot to be said about that particular topic, but I think the best thing to say is people say and do things that they often regret, me included.  And all I can do is own what I know to own, learn from this experience, let Jesus rub off a few more rough edges from me, and continue to become the woman God wants me to become.  Enough said.  AND this is not the point of this post, just the beginning.

For quite some time now, really since our pending adoption of our daughters (see those cuties below!),  I have been asking God what I should do about working and being their Mommy.  Many people have challenged me with the question, "Should you be working?"  In truth, that question always ticks me off, but maybe it makes me mad because it's a question I'm asking myself.

 

So, I lost my job.  And now I'm faced with that question, "Should I be working?"  The simple answer is yes.  I like to work.  I need to work (for financial reasons).  And I want to work.  That said, I ALSO want to have a job that affords me the ability to be available to my daughters AND to pay for their therapies AND to save money for their college education.  That's a tall order out of  a job.  But hey, I figure if I'm in the "reinvent yourself" stage of life, why not?!

 

Okay, so here's the new beginning thing.  I have two pretty awesome opportunities in front of me.  One is to become a ghost blogger/writer for some pretty incredible people.  And the other is to write a book.  Both of these opportunities would pay me well, let me be available to the girls, AND let me use my talents to help others.

 

I'm seriously so excited about this I could pee my pants.

 

But I won't.  Relax.

 

OMGosh!  Like when I tell you that I'm so excited, I mean I AM SO EXCITED!!!!

 

How like God to just plop this in my lap, at a time when I'm questioning so much, and really asking Him what He wants from me, for me?

 

All that to say,  I am as nervous as all git out (that's Texan for really nervous) but just feel like this is the start of a new beginning.  And it makes me want to twirl.