Whilst in Scotland,* God reminded me that I am a writer. He made me to be a writer, so I need to write. It’s that simple… yet I make it complicated. I allow myself to get bogged down by the responsibilities of my daily life. I allow guilt to pierce my creative bubble and rob me of a real joy that I have in my life.
So, I’ve made a commitment to give myself one night a week to write. I know it doesn’t sound like a lot, but I’ve set other items as a priority over my writing for too long. And it’s not like, “Oh, I watch tele every night, so I’ll stop watching The Crown one night a week to write.” (I wish this were the case.)
No, most of my time is spent either working too many hours at my day job or spending the remaining hours serving God and His Church. And don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining as I love it. I love that I am able to use my skills for His Kingdom — that’s what I pray for!
But it’s also nice to know that God has given me a desire, a passion, to tell stories. And you know, I am going to do just that.
*This will never get old