Let’s face it: none of us are getting any younger.
I have come to realize lately as my 3 year old is rapidly approaching 4 that I no longer have any “babies” in terms of needing constant care. Which means I am getting older too.
My dream has been for a while now to be a novelist. It is what drives me every day to do what I do.
This columnist gig was great but it takes up a lot of my writing time. Instead of writing on my novel (which gives me an insane amount of joy), I spend time writing my column (which lately has given me little joy).
I put a lot of effort into my columns (like I do here) and the ones I think are good I get no response from the public. I wrote a really great piece on Thanksgiving basically relating the history of Thanksgiving and how it was originally meant to thank GOD and no one else and how it has all been secularized.
Nothing. No emails. No on-line responses.
I write opinion pieces on laws and I get told to go back to where I come from.
I feel I am not impacting anyone. And I feel God has called me to make an impact.
I have felt this way since the end of September but I pushed forward. However, I can’t ignore my gut any longer.
With only so much time in the day that is actually mine, I must make cuts. And this is the first one on the chopping block.
I want to spend as much time with my kids as possible while still pursuing my dreams. Right now, I only have one dream. And it has nothing to do with a career in newspaper land.
NOTE OF CLARIFICATION: I am speaking about the column I am writing in my local newspaper, NOT THIS BLOG! This is a blog, not a column. Sorry for any confusion!!!