And that's why I haven't been blogging. I've been too busy WORKING. Full-time. At a non-profit.
When I first set up my social media profiles on Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest, I wrote a short "about me" that I repeated on all three sites. In it, I referred to myself as a wife, youth group leader, crafter, and writer.
Later, I deleted "writer," and substituted "blogger," or "enjoys writing." Calling myself a writer seemed too pretentious for the author of a small blog with big goals of being published and changing the world.
And as of October 21st, I am a writer. And as my boss told me this afternoon;"See, you're already making a difference!"
I still catch myself while I'm reading some of the neverending documents, style guides, books, and articles for my enculturation, staring at the logo, thinking, I can't believe this is real.
And when walking into the courtyard, lit by the sunrise, I actually work here.
Even when leaving those same doors, with the hum of traffic in the distance, I get to come back and do this again tomorrow. And next week. And the week after that.
I'm amazed. And humbled. Encouraged. And blessed.
Thank you, for your kind words of hope and encouragement over the last two years while I wrestled with God over my future. I finally feel right where I'm supposed to be.
Although really, I was where I was supposed to be all along. Moving across the country to Arizona. Going to this church, which led to an important connection to this job. Waiting. Trying and failing at other things. Waiting longer. All that waiting has led to this. God's hand was in all of it.