I can’t say I’ve always wanted to be a writer. In fact, I didn’t care one bit about being an author, publishing a book, or writing my own stories until… well, until I tried it. Turns out, writing is just as fun as reading.
So when I’m writing, I don’t think of it as a job. Sure, it’s an income that supports my family, but I love doing it. That’s not work, right? I do what I love, and I call it work.
When I started writing a little over two years ago, I had no idea that it was part of a huge and elaborate plan that God had for my life. I can’t tell you how many times my writing career has paved a way for my family or been the solution to a problem when we needed help. I can’t call it anything other than one of God’s masterful plans.
Just in the last month, there have been countless times I’ve been thankful to have a career that allows a few freedoms.
In the beginning of June, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. I’m not sure if I just haven’t processed everything yet or if I’m just supposed to be the optimistic one, but I’ve been the cheerleader. My mom broke down, of course, and I just keep assuring her that we’ll get through this together. I don’t know how we’ll do it, but I know in my heart that she has a lot of people who love her, and we’ll come together to help her in any way. I know love and support can’t save her from cancer, but I intend to do everything in my power to help her cope and recover.
Two weeks ago she had surgery, and thanks to my awesome day job boss (hey, Dad!) and my writing career, I was able to stay with her for those first few days of recovery when things were the toughest. I wrote while she slept and watched soap operas. I actually got sucked into General Hospital a few times.
How many careers would allow me to be there for her when she needed me? Few. I don’t know if God had been planning and urging me to write for this very reason, but it sure felt like it.
Once she was on her feet and doing amazingly well after the surgery, I loaded up with my husband’s family for a very anticipated trip to Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon. I was able to write a little bit on the plane and in the evenings, but for the most part, I spent five days enjoying the trip of a lifetime with the people I love.
I love writing with all my heart, and I’m thankful to be able to take the time off work to do things that make my heart happy. I’ll never forget the look on my five-year-old daughter’s face when she saw the fountains at the Bellagio. I’ll never forget the nights I spent sitting on the porch of our cabin watching the sun set on the Grand Canyon with my husband’s eighty-five year old grandparents. And I’ll always be thankful that I have in-laws that love all of this as much as I do.
These are the moments that make up a life of happiness, and I’m thankful to have a job where I don’t have to request time off or go unpaid when I miss work.
I’ll probably go home and claim that I’m too tired to ever take a vacation again, but I know that won’t be the truth. I wouldn’t want to miss more days like this.
My husband says I’ve found my “thing,” and I hope I have. I hope to be able to tell stories for the rest of my life, and I have you to thank for all of it. Most companies who sell a product don’t know their customers on a personal level, but writers have READERS, and those readers are FRIENDS.
Have I said that I love my job? Because I LOVE my job! I’ve included a few photos from the trip.
Have you ever had a job you loved? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.