I’ve been staring at this post for a good long time because I’m not feeling super brave right now, which is fine.
Bravery comes. It goes. It’s not a constant state. Nothing is a constant state, right?
I was going to talk about how this is the first year where being an author wasn’t my main source of income.
I know, right? Weird.
I actually have made more this year teaching other adults writing, editing novels, and being a writing coach and podcaster.
That’s a weird shift.
I love all those things, too.
I love seeing people find their voice, their stories’ truths, making themselves and craft stronger.
So that’s all good, but it means I’m not just or mainly a writer anymore.It’s so weird and kind of dumb (sorry) to think how in our country who we are is so linked to our main source of income. But I’m no less a writer this year than any other.
We are what we do, how we act, what we stand for, what we stand against. We are how we listen, how we evolve, how we challenge ourselves, how we connect and commit to others. We aren’t just our profession, the number of hours we work or our income.
And here’s my very much a work-in-progress painting, which represents the very much work-in-progress that is me and my country. It’s rough and dorky like me.
LET’S HANG OUT!
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