I hope that it isn’t bad form to publish someone else’s words, I mean literally word for word. If it is, then I owe the author an apology. I had thought about paraphrasing what I had read, but didn’t find any words that would convey any better the emotions that overwhelmed me when I read this piece. I love the work of GG Renee and her blog All The Many Layers, she often speaks to me and my exact situation. When this landed in my inbox, not only was it right on time, it was perfectly how I was feeling. The irony is that our lives don’t even remotely resemble, but that sense of waiting for life to begin is a feeling that I understand in depth and with complete clarity. GG Renee quit her job to pursue her passion, I am working on being brave enough to quit mine.
Anyway, please enjoy her words, I hope that you connect with them like I did.
I Was Missing My Life. Saving it For Later.
Work without inspiration was like sex without love. Once I got a taste of the real thing, I could hardly tolerate the monotonous bump and grind.
I knew when it was time to leap. Waiting for the last day, the last hours, the last minutes. Counting down to freedom. Waiting for the first day of my creative life. Taking my kids to school. Structuring my days around their pursuits. Witnessing them, reading to them, pouring courage into them.I started living my way. Writing books. Sowing seeds. Giving thanks for my blessings before I received them. Estimating how many people I could reach and how much soul I could share. Learning how to create my own opportunities. Purpose, my favorite reward.January again. Constructing the present. Dreaming the future. Inspired work and meaningful moments. Hugs and kisses and story time. I pray that years will go by this way. Always creating and becoming.