“Seize the day. Pray for grace from God’s hand, then nothing will stand in your way.”
I discovered this wonderful song thanks to my friend Sabrina, who included it as part of a collection of inspirational music she’d burned onto CDs for Christmas gifts last year. Just like daily prayer time, listening to motivating music helps keep me focused, strong and firm in my beliefs, and in the accomplishment of my dreams. No matter what may be going on around me, especially things I cannot control, I do know I am fulfilling God’s purpose for me by using the gifts He’s given me — the ability to write, speak and communicate effectively.
Writing professionally has been the only thing I’ve ever really wanted to do from the time I was old enough to tell everyone around me, but it’s also one of those “impractical” career choices — much like acting or singing — that through which few find meaningful success. No, it wasn’t my parents who warned me about that; quite the opposite. They encouraged my dreams, particularly with every A+ essay, book report or teacher conference in which my budding skills were highly praised. And when it was time to go to high school, I was assigned to Advanced Placement (AP) English classes, where my love for reading and writing was expertly guided along by some fabulous teachers, including Mrs. Fenning (RIP).
Truth be told, I was the one who killed my dream before even giving it a chance to materialize. Instead of listening to my own God-given guidance and heeding the encouragement of family, I decided it would be just too hard to make a go of it as an aspiring journalist, opinion writer and novelist. But even while I spent many years working hard and trying to adjust to various corporate positions with varying degrees of compatibility to my skills set, I kept up with my handwritten journals. And especially during the “Ken” and early-Florida-years phase, I wrote copiously in lovely, hard-cover books with floral designs, which ended up being an invaluable resource when I finally sat down to write Water Signs some 14 years later.
Writing is also therapy, and I am convinced that — along with everything else I did — including the successful session I eventually took with the “remote viewer”, it played a significant role in ridding me of panic and anxiety disorder forever. Unsurprisingly, as I look back on that experience, I can also see how suppressing my real career goals and rejecting my life’s purpose also contributed to the emotional disorder, along with the deep-seated matters of the heart. (I will devote a post soon exclusively to panic and anxiety disorder, in the hope it will be helpful to others who may struggling with this formidable problem).
When the phenomenon known as the internet came along, and with it blogs, print-on-demand and social media in the 2.0 phase, I saw that as my opportunity to finally go for it, professionally speaking. This amazing technology has made it possible to showcase my work to an unlimited audience, network with people all around the world, connect with like-minded individuals, and via sites like You Tube, enhance every entry with an appropriate song or video.
At last, I achieved my childhood dream of writing a novel, and was able to publishing without having to grovel to a literary agent, or cope with one rejection letter after another. I could write exactly what I wanted, and present my work directly to my audience — no dream-killing gatekeeper required.
I was even able to expand into other areas previously not thought of, such as talk radio hosting, which has enhanced my political activism, commentary, blogging and novel-writing.
Speaking of which, here’s the link to last night’s Conservative Republican Forum. The Liberty Belle Hour is currently on hiatus while I search for a new home.
Have a great Sunday and seize the day!