I thought I would have been
further ahead by now.
After over twelve years of being
a paid published writer, and after years of devouring marketing and leadership
books, I knew some stuff. So when I decided to go full time with it, I expected
my sideline freelancing career to swell to mushroom-cloud heights. Work would
flow in beyond what I could handle. Money would pour in too, because I was
finally prepared to press the button.
Alas, it has not proven to be so.
Eighteen months since officially
going ‘full time’, I’m still beating the bushes for work and slowly – oh, so
very slowly building up my clientele. Worse than that, going full time kicked
off a full blown identity crisis.
New life stages can do that.
Instead of racing in any one
direction, I find myself standing at a crossroad most days, wondering which
path I’m destined or willing to commit to.
I confess, it’s frustrating to
watch others rise to success with great speed and little effort, while I toil
away, pushing the same dumb rock up the same dumb hill. Especially when I know
God has called me to write, and I’m trying to follow Him.
