March 22, 2017 (day 22)
It’s been an eventful day. Usual Wednesday routine coupled with the ongoing search for housing. And in the midst. hearing the news from London (putting my search in it’s true perspective). Lifting up all those affected by the tragic events today.
Came home to open my emails which includes an article from the design company that is helping with my blog site coming soon. It was actually titled “how to get an audience in your first year of blogging. Spoiler alert: there is no magic bullet”. I read and clicked all the way to the bottom, and there in their Instagram feed was one of their designs using my name. I was taken aback. Excited. Hey! That’s me! Yelling into the screen which no one could hear. (spoiler alert: it’s not the design I went with AS PRETTY AS IT IS). And it felt like a fun wink. There is scope beyond your little and amazing circle of people. And just keep going, I heard. The article actually overwhelmed me a bit. Wow. This is a lot to do. I don’t even know if I know how to do these things. (I’m not even ON INSTAGRAM! but my name is!) Just SEEING THAT OF ALL THE PHOTOS AT THE END OF THE ARTICLE, my name and logo idea there was a booster shot of encouragement. And excitement. An amoeba of an idea on its way. Into action.
I remember moving here, not knowing where we would land and what it would look like. (And the lovely angels that listened patiently reminding me that “God knew my address” and still does BTW. ) And that is what this writing project feels like. Walking out in faith. “Every little thing’s gonna be alright” playing in my head after watching a fun video on a friend’s feed. “Three little birds…singing sweet songs, a melody pure and true, saying, THIS IS MY MESSAGE TO YOU-oooo”.
I don’t know when I bought into the insurance policy mindset about life. But somewhere along the way I did. I don’t know where and when I agreed that the stumble and fall does not have great value in making me who I am. I like the LIFE IS MESSY laboratory. It’s necessary.
Today I got a little quick shot of myself on the jumbotron. Like most folks we witness, there is the pause, then the click, hey, that’s me! And then it is someone else’s turn. And I also got the, “hey you!” “Me????” “Yeah, you! Keep going! Have fun. Write. Deliver messages. Can you do that?” And day 22 here, one day at a time, yes. I can.