Mostly, we all have a calling. Something deep within or sometimes beckoning is from afar to do something that will make us complete. For anyone reading this, I hope you’re already there doing it or in the process of reaching it.
For me, I’m still on my way. I got a late start in life toward my passion of writing, but all of our journeys give us perspective. My calling doesn’t pay the bills, hell it barely pays “a” bill sometimes. I put more in than I have gotten out and because of that it’s really more of a hobby. Those are those money burning projects that Pinterest lures you in with.
That said, tiny moments make it so worthwhile, which is why I decided to write this post. At my part time job the other day, a woman was in line and out of the blue asked how my third book was coming. I was shocked on a couple of levels because even though she looked vaguely familiar, I know we weren’t related. She ended up being in the audience at a teacher convention I spoke at months ago. We chatted as I rang her up and she mentioned how her daughter enjoyed the books as well.
A few patrons go by (I work this PT in retail and have a profound soft spot for any of us during the holidays now), there’s a slight parting in the line and some sighs. Then, in front of me (with direction from her mom) the little girl was at my register. She thanked me for writing it and told me how she enjoyed the books, I shook her hand and they were off.
What they left behind was the best part of my day. A glowing sense that my words and thoughts touched someone enough to brave cutting in line during the holidays, to acknowledge me when I can sometimes feel invisible and to make my hobby feel like a goal in training.
We all have something we know we were meant to do. Never lose sight of it just because it doesn’t make money. If you want something bad enough, there will come a way.
Merry Christmas if I don’t write before then! And let me know some of your moments like mine, I can’t be the only one.