Like it says at the top of the page--way up there--we have a journey ahead of us. We may need this nifty compass.
I resigned from my office job a couple of weeks ago. I've resigned from a lot of jobs in my life. All of them, in fact. I have worked with a lot of good people, and in some lovely offices--especially the last one, which was beautifully decorated. But lovely decor and really fun co-workers couldn't fix what was wrong.
What was wrong, of course, was inside me. My heart was not in that job. Over my years I've worked to make a little money--never a lot--and because I was expected to go to a job "like everybody else."
Turns out, I guess, that's not me. I don't have to go to a job, because what I am is not a church secretary or legal assistant or customer service rep.
What I am is a writer. Bane or blessing? We'll see.
Because this time, at the age of, well, fortysomething, I'm going for it. I've given myself permission to work a writing career full-time.
Shortly before I resigned, this advice came up on my Zen page-a-day calendar. Now, most of the deep philosophical stuff on the pages of that calendar were a hard slog for me. But on September 15 I "received this" from my Zen-A-Day:
"Do, or do not. There is no try."
Know who said that? Yoda. He's about my height, and has big ears. I relate to him.
So here I am, setting out on this journey, hoping Yoda is floating along somewhere ready to yell at me if I start to mess up.
I'd like to hear from other writers. I'd like to hear from other women who are reinventing themselves. No reason to take this journey entirely alone.