Chapter 2 Epiphany

Last night after I tucked the girl in bed I put another log on the fire and curled up in a chair to re-read Chapter 2 of Own Your Life. 

I say re-read it because I originally read it 2 weeks ago but have long since forgotten what I read.  My memory is terrible, really, ask mom.  I'm beginning to wonder if all those childhood migraines have effected my brain in lasting ways but then I realize I can recite nearly every line of the beloved song Step by Step by New Kids on the Block which came out in, oh the 90's.  So, I guess I'm fine.

At any rate, with an open mind I whizzed through Chapter 2 only to become a little concerned as I neared the end of it because I just wasn't finding my "a-ha moment" in the chapter.  I was becoming a little anxious kinda like I do when I scavenge the display of cardigans at Target hoping to find the perfect pink one in my size.  Clearly you ladies know what I'm talking about.

Luckily, with only a few pages remaining I spotted my source of insight:

"We are made to accomplish great feats of faith and courage and to live a life worth telling"

And while there are many nuggets of inspiration in just this one line, without a doubt the word/phrase that made my monkey mind calm down was:  "courage" and "live a life worth telling".

Y'all it was as if the good Lord himself was standing right behind me peering over my shoulder as I read (and re-read) that line and said "Uh huh, that's exactly what I've been trying to tell you!"  followed by "Can you hear me now?!"

I would be remiss to not completely open myself up and lay it all out there to you ladies.  After all, that's exactly why we are reading this book and sharing our experiences and encouraging ourselves to Own Our Lives.  So in the interest of full disclosure (and to appease the all-knowing fella standing behind me last night) I'm going to courageously and humbly and fearfully admit that for years I have longed to write a book.

For years I scribbled out book ideas, infrequently attended writing groups, performed writing exercises and haphazardly jotted down journal entries.  It was all very elementary and inconsistent.  I was never confident about the genre or the subject or the caliber of my writing.

But last night's ephiphany opened my eyes and made me realize that all I need is the courage to write about my life.  I don't need a grandiose, extremely eventful or traumatic life in order to write about it.  I mean, look at the Kardashians...no one knows what they have done to become famous...not that I want to be famous, I'm just sayin'.  Perhaps the story I am to tell is a very normal one that anyone can relate to.  I mean, for crying out loud if Madonna can write a children's book there is certainly room for my words at the literary table somewhere.  It's true, she did write a children't book called The English Rose.  Go figure.

Allow me to wrap up this stream of consciousness rambling by thanking you ladies for actually reading this whole entry and if you play your cards right I'll give you a free advanced copy of my upcoming book.  "Upcoming" as in, "may never actually be in print but it was a good goal anyway".  Ah, the Lord works in mysterious ways...