I ran outside with my cup of coffee so excited, realizing that all the motivational and inspirational speakers I had been listening to for these past few years were crowding into my bedroom and flooding my brain with possibilities that four walls could not contain. Oh crazy person that I am… Hicks’ vortex. Mindvalley’s hacks. Jay Shetty’s journey. Casey Neistat’s message of do it your own way. Wayne Dyer. Jack Canfield. Tony Robbins. Jon Butcher. Lewis Howes. Oh the list of all I have listened to…I bet this makes no sense at all to anyone…except me.
Since I was a child I have always dreamed of being a writer. But life happens. The opportunities that I expected never panned out. And I drifted in its opposite direction, never losing the thought but misplacing the idea. Now the kids are grown; I work for just above minimum wage as a maid; I spend my free time watching Marvel TV and loving my grandson to death…oh and feeding my cats and the little boy’s rabbit. The only consistent thing has been a journal in a million notebooks dispersed throughout time from college to now in probably a hundred dumpsters and a few in the bookcase in the other room. I am 64 with little hope of fulfilling the dream of being published…yet the dream goes on. It never leaves.
I had been listening to the Abraham-Hicks lectures for years and well…why not give it a try. Nothing that Hicks had ever said contradicted my Christian morals and beliefs; in fact they seemed to line up except for the lack of the word God. Well I believe in God and I believe in Jesus as the Son of God, and not wavering such, I still put the dream of being a known writer in this invisible space called the ‘vortex’. And thought about it often. My dream needed something more than journals written on $1 notebooks in a handwriting that no one including myself could read. So the vortex it was. I let it go and let God – as it were.
Three months ago as I was self-talking myself into oblivion because I had started a website for special needs adults that never got finished and its incompleteness just self labeled me as a failure…again…I happened upon a YouTube video on beginning blogging. I listened and began…I created the framework for Godsdenimdaughter, a header of all I loved to do…reading, writing, photography, videoing…all just hobbies…but what I loved. “Oh Lord,” I prayed, “You’ve done it. You’ve created in one space a place for me to just grow creatively just like I’ve always wanted. Oh Thank You.
But that was it! Another dream, though this time powered by possibility. As a maid by day and a laundry staff by night, who listens to rap and Ted talks all shift long on her Bluetooth earphones, there was no time or motivation to work out the particulars of a blog-site.
Until Today!
As usual, I read a piece from the NRSV Daily Bible and the accompanying contemplate quote. But I had never heard of the author of today’s quote – Walter Wangerin Jr. I kindled his books from my phone, downloaded Reliving The Passion and began to read. He wrote what I thought and how I thought. So I began …oh my gosh, …I began to write about him in Google Docs.
That’s when I ran outside like a little kid, shaking with excitement. I was writing a book review. It could be for the blog-site. I had purpose. And the dream was materializing without me pushing pulling and dragging it into existence. God was doing this. In His time! His plan! For me……
All I can tell you is dig deep, dream big, and believe!