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I wanted a job where I could work in my jammies.
I like to work and not get a paycheck. It’s not completely without its rewards, I’ve been known to buy myself chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
The only way to make the voices in my head stop talking is to write down what they’re saying.
Writing is cheaper than therapy. Which means I don’t have to leave the house to see a therapist. Which means I can stay in my jammies.
I like hanging around other people who plot murder scenes while waiting at a red light or write interesting biographies for all the people that innocently walk by.
I wanted a job nobody else considers a real job.
I like the feeling of knowing I never know enough and always have more to learn.
When people know you might write about them, they’re nicer to you.
I wanted a job I
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I love this!! Writing and chocolate (lots of it) sure go together well!! I love this job too and you are right about it being therapy since I have a bunch of major sad things going on in my life and writing fills me with the joy of the Lord instead!!
Before the strokes: I just had a lot to say…..now, not so much.
Kendra, all writers go through seasons. Seasons where we write, seasons where the Lord is preparing us to write something else. I still KNOW you’re a writer and still count by faith that some day your words will flow again. It just isn’t the right time. 🙂 Have a blessed day, my sweet friend!