I've mentioned I am a writer. I am also an editor and proof reader by trade. Putting my journalism degree to good use has ebbed and flowed throughout the past 20 or so years as I've woven stretches of other jobs in its midst.
freelance occasionally in the editing/publishing world and have gotten
the chance to transition home to work and be better for my family. Just
when I think we won't make it and figure I must be mighty creative with
the last can of beans on the pantry shelf, I find a project needing to
be edited. God has been faithful when I am faithless, and He routinely
makes beauty out of the messes I make on my own.
from home has had its pluses and minuses. At different times in having
the privilege of doing freelance work from my house, I have gotten very
used to being inside these four walls. They can become a cocoon of
sorts, but even the butterfly must eventually brave the world outside
the cocoon in order to fulfill the purpose for which it was created.
pluses to this kind of job are many. I can work in my pajamas. I can
start my day pretty much whenever I want. I can take breaks or take no
breaks if I choose. I have no time clock, no one looking over my
shoulder, few parameters to confine me, and I get paid to point out and
correct other people's mistakes.
love my job. I still need more work to make it financially lucrative
over the long haul, but I do thoroughly love what I do, and I am good at
down side to doing work from the house comes when I've not left the
confines of this building for days on end and find it difficult to wear
anything but pajamas. Add to that the fact of homeschooling my teenagers
who need to interact with someone besides their middle-aged mother, and
it is a must for me to push myself out the door and into the big world
outside my bedroom.
very nature of my line of work draws the introvert, the loner, the one
who flees a crowd rather than the one drawn into the middle of it all. I
am all of the above. I would much rather chat with someone via instant
message or text than do the tough work of mingling in person. One
energizes me and brings me comfort. The other drains me, leaves me
weary, and at times longing for the solitude of my bed.
though it is a struggle at times for me to push out of the safety of
the home cocoon, I press on and find God meets me in my hermit
tendencies. He gives me strength. He has people cross my path that make
the venturing out worth the effort. He weaves beauty into all I see
outside my well-crafted and self-imposed prison of sorts.
God takes the mundane and ordinary, turning it into an adventure as I laugh with my children and enjoy the fall weather. Peeking my head out of my virtual turtle shell was a success today. I might get brave and try it again tomorrow!
anyone else struggles with the idea of home becoming too much of a
haven, let me know what your strategies are to fight the hermit in your
head. I'd welcome suggestions. I don't want to miss a thing God has for
me out there in that big world. Go check out some of the other posts in
the Write 31 Day challenge.
As always . . .
On His Adventure~