I did a thing.
I applied out of nowhere for a position as a contributing blogger on this very blog, East Texas Moms Blog. Yes, I jumped, and landed on my feet.
My kids, (5) and (2) were settled in, watching a TV show after school. I was mom of the year, and sat between them, scrolling social media. It had been a day and I needed some mindless social media scrolling, or as my husband calls it, “trolling.”
My son has been in what we call a Velcro stage. If he is not within 6 inches of me, he turns into the angry volcano in Moana, before the heart is restored… Make way, Make way…
“WHAT!?” Who is this person taking over my body?
So there I sit, with a million things to do, but letting time pass and really, letting my kids have a minute to relax after school.
Then I saw it. This post about East Texas Mom’s Blog (ETMB) looking for contributing writers. I’m not sure if I was possessed or if my subconscious took over, but I clicked on the link and started to complete the application. “WHAT!?” Who is this person taking over my body?
I kid you not, I just began completing the information, without forethought or hesitation. Literally I just jumped and knew I would land somehow.
The whole time thinking to myself…
- I am totally unqualified.
- I am not a writer, and who wants to read my ramblings?
- But… I did major in journalism and I taught English for 6 years.
- Why not?
- Maybe I can do this?
I have to actually prove that I can do this. Not just dream about it.
I found the bottom of the application and saw I need to submit samples. Fiddlesticks. I have to actually prove that I can do this. Not just dream. I immediately texted a friend and blogger for advice.
Ya’ll… she is a muse. God put her in my life, and had me contact her at that moment. Her words to me were, “You’ve got stuff worth saying and I’ll be your biggest cheerleader.” Insert swelling heart and tears.
Friends, when we surround one another and offer support and encouragement, beautiful things happen. I was inspired. It was all I could think about. She gave me the nudge to take that jump.
“What if people reject what I have to say?”
Inner commentary commenced. “What if I wrote about poverty? Community Issues? School choice? Granny Panties? Mom Fails?” Then, the negativity started to creep in… “What if people reject what I have to say?” Cue Brene Brown. I turned my head to see the stack of books on my nightstand ( that I have been attempting to finish for months) , and on top is “The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are.” You’ve got this, girl. Take. That. Step. and JUMP!
I love books and love to write, but somewhere down the line, it dropped off.
My gift has always been words. Written words. I love books and love to write, but somewhere down the line, it dropped off. After kids, after activities and after life hit, I closed the laptop and put down my pen. I picked up other useful skills, but never felt fulfilled like I do when I write and create.
I’m not sure where this will take me, or what I will learn, but something in me ignited and caught fire. Maybe it’s for personal reflection, or maybe it’s to help and connect with others. In any event, I encourage you, dear reader, to listen to that inner voice, and jump! I believe mine was God telling me to jump! You may have different beliefs, which is great and I totally support you. Open your heart and mind for “that moment” or “that big push” that comes out of nowhere. The urge to ACT, to MOVE, to JUMP! Almost euphoric in a way. I was moving, and acting, but not letting myself overthink.
It’s quite liberating when you jump into the unknown.
Until then, give me all the blog writing modules, coffee, wine, and more Velcro. Yes, more Velcro.