It’s been about a month since I quit a job I loved so that I could focus more on writing and put some order back into my not so orderly home. So far I am a complete failure at both of those things. Awesome.
I thought when I woke up the morning after my last day of work my mind would burst at the seams with enough creativity and wisdom to fill a best seller. That didn’t happen so I freaked out a bit because good grief, I QUIT MY JOB! And I loved my job! I quit my job to be a blob! Freaked. Exhaustion did not factor into my creative plan. I began to question everything and seriously considered changing my name, dying my hair black, and starting over as a waitress in Indiana. I told you I freaked out.
Decision making is not something I do very well. This is one of the many reasons why I don’t manage a Fortune 500 company. I’m also a highly intuitive feeler and lack the killer instinct. I love to encourage and support leaders with vision. It’s probably one of the reasons I’ve been a good assistant something in nearly every job I’ve ever had. A side-kick doesn’t usually carry the weight of decision making responsibility and I am usually perfectly content with that. So when I finally do get around to making some kind of monumental decision you can be sure I have prayed for nearly a year, lost sleep, eaten a pan of brownies, and cried buckets of tears over it. And it had better prove to be a really good decision with flawless outcomes or I’m going to beat myself with a mental baseball bat for rest of my pitiful life. Dang, this month has been painful.
I’ve been reading “The Best Yes –Making Wise Decisions in the Midst of Endless Demands” by Lysa TerKeurst. Have you ever read a book where you stumble upon an entire chapter written about you? This is one of those books. Her wise words about “Analysis Paralysis” offer some perspective and a whole lot of hope: “The fear of making a wrong decision shouldn’t strip the faith right out of our faith. The only way our faith will ever strengthen is for us to use it. We need to apply thought and prayer to our decisions and then trust God for the outcome. We need to set our sights on growing in faith, not shrinking back for fear of failure.”
So that’s about enough of the mental beating. I’m tired of agonizing over what my first blog post should be, and whether it will be good enough for anyone to read, or whether anyone will read it other than my mother. It’s time to get on with it.
Right or wrong, it’s time to grow.
P.S. Thanks for stopping by, Mom.