My title has become a cliche, but behind every cliche is a bit of truth. The other day my BFF and I were talking about how her marriage had improved since she and her husband had gone to a counselor for a tuneup.
That led to a conversation about my childhood, high school, college, and the tough years since then. I got hoarse thinking about all I'd have to say to bring a counselor up to speed. Yeah, everyone's got regrets, I said, but it would take years to slog through that muck, so why bother? I decided that the past is past, the future is tomorrow, and today is the first day of the rest of my life.
Yesterday was my last day in a cubicle in a publishing company. Feels great! I'm still the acquisitions editor for Abingdon Press, but my field of vision has widened beyond the windows of the 5th floor office building in downtown Nashville. I'm now working from home and planning workshops and trips across the country with my hubby and our Chihuahua. I feel a sense of excitement again.
For the last several months at work, we've experienced blasting and the noise of heavy machinery as a several block area was destroyed to build a new convention center. It's been quite fascinating, although noisy. Actually, I think it was an answer to prayer. On one corner, we had a strip club hemmed in by a large parking lot and the bus station across the street--a magnet for prostitutes, drug users and dealers, and that one murderer the police caught a few blocks away after he took a bus into town. All gone. That strip joint was knocked down in a day.
My point is: life can change that fast. One minute you're living in the broken-down neighborhood of the past, thinking, "I'll never make it as a writer. I don't know anyone. I don't have any contacts. My writing stinks." And the next minute, God knocks down all your preconceived notions about your future and builds a career on the rubble of your past.
God is our secret agent . . . our secret literary agent. When you're ready, He'll open doors you couldn't even dream of. So don't despair that you haven't published yet. Keep writing! That's the exact short sentence my high school English teacher wrote in my yearbook. Before I left college, I had gone to 27 different schools. Her encouragement rang in my head through all the hard years. Let it ring in your ears today: Keep writing! That wrecking ball is about to destroy your disappointing past and build a new future on its foundation.
Be encouraged, dear ones.