For a decade, my job was to do what I could to protect children (as a social worker). Then, for two more decades, it was to provide therapy to adults who hadn’t been protected as children. Only in the past few years has the calling to write been too clear to dismiss. I can only hope I live long enough to get all I’d like to say from my heart and brain to the page! Thank you for contributing to my inspiration.
Someone told me early on in my writing career: "There will be time enough to write all that you are called to write." Ahh... time enough. Write on, my friend, write on! ☺️
(Me staring blankly at the sheet of paper where I wrote down the call to action) Your job is to_____.
I always thought it was to provide care; as a mother, wife, daughter, Nurse... and more recently to my garden, caterpillars, chickens and other lifeforms existing in my backyard. What if providing care has burned me out? What if my care is all used up? What is my job now? I am contemplating this. I don't know what to be when I grow up!
i once had a very clear call to action. It was vivid and matter-of-fact and not at all startling. And it changed my life. It was not about writing. It cleared up my confusion around a friend’s suffering and death. Without this illumination, I might have done great harm. That said, I love your own “call to action” story, Mary. Thank you for sharing it here.
For a decade, my job was to do what I could to protect children (as a social worker). Then, for two more decades, it was to provide therapy to adults who hadn’t been protected as children. Only in the past few years has the calling to write been too clear to dismiss. I can only hope I live long enough to get all I’d like to say from my heart and brain to the page! Thank you for contributing to my inspiration.
Someone told me early on in my writing career: "There will be time enough to write all that you are called to write." Ahh... time enough. Write on, my friend, write on! ☺️
(Me staring blankly at the sheet of paper where I wrote down the call to action) Your job is to_____.
I always thought it was to provide care; as a mother, wife, daughter, Nurse... and more recently to my garden, caterpillars, chickens and other lifeforms existing in my backyard. What if providing care has burned me out? What if my care is all used up? What is my job now? I am contemplating this. I don't know what to be when I grow up!
But it's so easy to get distracted!
i once had a very clear call to action. It was vivid and matter-of-fact and not at all startling. And it changed my life. It was not about writing. It cleared up my confusion around a friend’s suffering and death. Without this illumination, I might have done great harm. That said, I love your own “call to action” story, Mary. Thank you for sharing it here.
Thanks, X.P. love those moments!