Thursday, November 14, 2013

Full Circle

It seems somehow momentous and profound that today, the 6th anniversary of this blog, is the day I've received my first paycheck for writing. I won't be retiring anytime soon, but I'm a little in awe of the notion that what started as a way to purge the soul gunk has turned into something that puts milk on the cereal.

All this comes on the heels of a couple of months in which I felt that I'd failed at a number of things. No, wait. Put down those raised hands of protest. I didn't say I felt like a failure. I just felt that I'd failed at some stuff. Maybe failed isn't even the right word - I felt as though I wasn't quite living up to various goals. And, hey, that's okay. It's okay to not live up to goals. It's okay to feel as though I'd failed. Every feeling is valid - the significance is in the reactions to those feelings.

Me? I slogged through it. I knew it was just me being me. It was me resetting old traps, only this time I saw where they were and sidestepped.  I gave those traps the ol' "fuck you." And I just kept going. I kept believing. Then something happened. No, a series of things happened. So, it wasn't a big explosion of fireworks or a loud gong or anything like that. It was soft and quiet. It was like going to bed and waking up to the first snowfall of the winter. Y'know what I mean? That feeling that the whole world changed between Leno and Good Morning America.

I was commissioned by three separate people to do three art pieces. I was approached to do some writing for a company. People sought me out for greeting card orders. And dear gods, I was overwhelmed by my own foolish doubting and feelings of unworthiness.

What is success anyway? Is it a mansion? No. Is it a yacht? Nuh uh. (Well, okay, maybe... a yacht wouldn't exactly suck.) Is it flying first class to every destination on my bucket list? Not really. I know for sure it isn't money.

Success, as I discovered (all over again for the first time) is rightfully and only truly measured by the joy one feels. And joy, as always, is a choice.

So, happy anniversary, my little blog. We've come a very long way since those first timid steps on this particular path. Guess what? We just got paid for writing! Dude. I know, right? A very long way, indeed.

2 comments:

  1. Congratulations, Barb. A long way form hamsterette days. :-)

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    1. Thanks, Timo! How delightful to "hear" from you! Drop me a line sometime at blackinkpaddesigns@gmail.com, or if you're on the book of faces, search me up at blackinkpad.

      Funny, you were on my mind the other day!

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