Launch pad

“If you don’t like your life, why don’t you change it?”

Someone that I don’t know very well told me that recently—or rather emailed me that recently. It’s funny how people you don’t even know can “coincidentally” deliver different forms of the same message.

Oh, how I enjoy interviewing people. Whenever I interview someone, I know that I’m going to learn something new so that I can become a better person. It works EVERY time. Well, in my last “big” interview, my subject told me that people are generally happy as they want to be. They’re doing what they want to do even if they complain about their circumstances. His words made me think about my own life. I was not where I wanted to be, but I wasn’t doing anything about it.

I want to be a writer. I want to write for young adults.

I decided to get serious about it. Shortly after I took the first steps to “get serious,” I found these words in my email. Hmmm. I also decided that I started out by getting serious about my fitness. I want to be more disciplined. I’ve given up my couch for challenging activity. I have gotten stronger. I have built my endurance. I am succeeding. I am changing my life.

Taking my writing to a professional level has definitely resulted in a life change. For one, I will embark this weekend to Indianapolis to the American Christian Fiction Writers Conference. I will be one of hundreds who are also determined to change their lives. What’s cool about this conference and this group of people is that everyone genuinely there wishes one another well. I have already met some wonderful new friends. There’s an answered prayer right there.

In fact, everywhere I’ve turned I’ve met new people that I really seem to connect with. In fact, I’ve made new friends at work and at play and at the writing events I’ve attended. I’ve never been happier in my life. And it all goes back to, you guessed it, changing my life.  Yes, God answered my prayers, but I had to overcome some of my fears so that I could try something new.

This may be my last blog for a few days as I’ll be preparing to go out of town, but I plan to bring back some tidbits of what I learned for my Monday Mentor. Another one of my prayers is to encourage other people who are afraid to take a step of faith.  I don’t know what God has in store, but I’m listening. I want to help others too.

I have to remind myself that change is a process, rarely ever an overnight occurrence. Right now I am dealing with extreme anxiety and forgetfulness. I have a very special ichthus necklace that’s made of leather and a nail, but I can’t find it. I lost it when our house flooded due to a broken pipe. I wear it when I need to be reminded not to mess up.  I tend to mess up. It seems that losing things has become a habit for me.

My substitute reminder is a smaller, very inexpensive fish necklace. I wore it when I was dress shopping for the conference, and I took it off in the dressing room—and left it there. I had already driven to another store when I remembered it. Fortunately, it was there when I returned.  You would think I would have learned my lesson, but I did it again at the very next store.  This store was a little more snooty that the previous one. When I went back to retrieve it, the lady had it waiting for me at the counter. She eyed me suspiciously. I’m not sure what she was thinking, but once again, I was happy to have it back.

Since then I’ve lost my car keys and my cell phone—more than once. I have also lost a pair of black sandals that I really, really need. I’m at a loss. Where could they be? And this morning I left before dawn and ended uo leaving my lights on all day. Needless to say, my battery was dead when I returned to my truck this afternoon. I had to get to the rec center for my class, so I didn’t have time to panic. I took charge and flagged down my friend, who happened to have jumper cables. But neither of us really knew how to use them. So I took charge—AGAIN.

I hooked them up wrong. But thankfully I did not blow up our automobiles. A co-worker came along and show me how to do it the right way. God takes care of me when I try to take charge.

I have my little black dress and heels—nothing too fancy, but it works. I have my new business cards. I have my one-sheets. I have my proposal. I have my sample chapters. I think I’m ready to go. The only thing I’m working on now is preparing my heart for what God has in store, good or bad. I’m ready for a new life. How about you?

Stay tuned for updates on the conference—and pictures—and a new CONTEST. Oh yes, if you will please remember me in your prayers. If you have any requests, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll pray for you