I turn 25 today, which feels like a milestone. In the last quarter century, I’ve raised goats, read through a library and a half, graduated college (and gone back for round two), solo traveled on three continents, dirtbagged, lived with a family that’s not my own, volunteered full-time, learned a second language, and threw in my lot working for a Fortune 500 company.
“We paddlers keep going back to the river because, despite all the dangers, we know that when we find the correct, clean line that allows us to breeze through almost effortlessly, the feeling is insurmountable.”
In my business now, as much as I may love and engage in the work I'm editing, the writing will not evolve if the writer doesn't love and engage with it far more than I do. As a case manager, really wanting someone to learn English because I know it will vastly improve his opportunities does not make him fluent if the only way he knows to move forward is to work harder and longer at his minimum wage job.
I live for the days I disappear into the blinking cursor and spiky crisp word shapes, only to eventually emerge with ears ringing, tummy rumbling, and satisfaction of a thought well-expanded.
I joined the "Clients with Purpose" coaching community to be held accountable. I need to be pushed and given structure and objectives. I need some direction and support from a Christian community of entrepreneurs who are going through similar experiences.
Everything became so much more personal when I started my own business. Rejections made me question my skills and a monstrous fear of failure was born. My business is now reflective of me.
Nothing on this blog will change--I'll still write what I want, when I want, how I want. But, if you want to see something more polished, or if you just can't get enough, check out my professional blog!
Making my bed has not only consistently given me a motivated start to every morning and a satisfying end to every evening, but has also helped me prove to myself I can pick up an new habit--and maintain it.