Spare Time

I don’t want to go back to work at UCP. I tell my co-workers how much I miss them, which I do, but I do not in any way miss the “eight to five” life I was living. For one reason, it was draining me of all the energy that I wanted to use to discover my true passion. I wanted to answer the giant childhood question of “what do I want to be when I grow up?” which has been transformed in my adult years to “what can I have fun doing and get paid for?”
Now I find myself through unfortunate circumstance in the fortunate position of having some extra time on my hands, a few doctor-ordered months of healing that I can also use to write a business plan or take some online courses. Of course I mentioned this to my good friend and Pastor, Bill, and he throws it all out the window. A book. He thinks I should write a book.
What about? Who would read it? How can I guarantee it’d be a money-maker? I don’t know. All I know is I’ve never had much faith in myself but I’ve always had a lot of faith in Bill. So if he thinks I can write a book then what the heck. I’ll try and write a book.
Of course the most important man in my life, my husband Adam, doesn’t like my writing style. So don’t you think I have that statement on repeat in my mind as I try to write anything? Thanks for the comment – jerk. Yet he says he thinks I’d write an interesting book and that he’d read it. Still, I can’t help but hear “it’s just not my style”.
Why do I need so much validation? I guess I want some assurance that I could make a living as an artist – any kind of artist – and it looks like writing is my best chance at doing that.
So we’ll have to see how it goes. I just have no idea where to start and I don’t want to waste this time I’m being given. I’ve wasted enough time as it is.