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Whose Life Are you Living?

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What will your biggest regret be as you near the end of your life?

Bonnie Ware wrote a book, The Top Five Regrets of the Dying. After spending time with those nearing death she found the number one regret:

I wish I had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expect of me.

Too often we live our lives quieting our own desires as we try to meet the expectations of others.

I wonder who wins? I mean, at the end of those people’s lives will it really matter if you did what they wanted?

It’s time to listen to your inner voice. The longing you have that burns within you, tired of being silenced. And you need to answer that one little question that shouts-“What if?”

What if you went after what you really felt called to do?
What if you spit in the face of fear and kept going?
What if __________?

As long as we’re breathing, there’s still time. The time is now.

Look at the things that have been stopping you.

Fear is an obstacle to face

Too often we let fear win. We believe the obstacle is too large, or that maybe it’s too late for us.

Well, it’s not too late. Time is going to go by either way. Isn’t it time to go for it?

In high school, when it was time for Driver’s Ed, my dad would not sign for me. Since I was afraid to drive anyway, I never learned how. Then when I was in my 30’s, as a married person whose husband was in the military, I started thinking about learning to drive. But I was still afraid.

And yet, my desire to take care of my child was bigger than my fears. Or at least enough for me to face them. So I learned how to drive in hilly Colorado with a stick shift. I did it.

What does responsible look like? 

We grow into adults following one set of rules religiously. But what if it’s the wrong set?

Too often we listen to the voices of others, silencing the ones within us. My friend Jeff Goins has written a book, The Art of Work, which really challenged me in the area of calling.

Each person is responsible to not only do what she is capable of, but also what she is meant to do.

Do obstacles stop you?

What do you do when you are met with an obstacle? Freeze? Retreat? Start questioning yourself?

Maybe you do all three. I know I’ve let obstacles block my path. And I’ve questioned if I was even right in the first place. In his book, Jeff says,

We may even be able to celebrate setbacks and trials, the things that once seemed so daunting, knowing they are all signs that we are on our way.

Pain used to stop me

My life is riddled with losses. One after the other they rendered me immobile.  At times I’d work them into my writings, into my talks. But I saw them as intrusions on my way to my calling.

In 2013, one week after I launched my first book, Real Love, my brother Steve had a heart attack and died.

I froze. How could I promote my book? I couldn’t even think about it.

For a while after his death, I just went through the motions of writing.

But in 2014,  I listened to the voice within me. I embraced my pain and wrote my memoir, Broken: A story of Abuse and Survival. It was one of the hardest things I did.

Finding your life’s work is not easy. It may, in fact, cause you more pain than comfort, but it will be worth the cost.

Jeff’s book validated my pain, and I saw it was a viable part of my journey. My experiences were intertwined with my calling. 

What I’ve learned 

Jeff’s book taught me to look at my life and recurring themes and patterns.

I am now looking for opportunities, and expecting doors to open. I view detours as necessary steps on my journey. Children’s books started bubbling out of me, after writing Broken.

Writing children’s books was a different direction, but still part of the whole picture. Something I would have missed, had I not been willing to walk into my pain.

I’m determined to fulfill my calling of writing and speaking. It doesn’t matter if others are doing similar things. My life experiences and how I respond to them makes what I have to offer unique.

It’s one shaky step at a time. But I’ll know when I take my last breath that I’ve been responsible in pursuing what I was called to do. I’m living my life.

If you need help on your way to your calling, or you have any questions at all, I highly recommend The Art of Work. You can order it here.

It will change the way you think, and maybe it’ll change your life too.


What if it’s Not too Late?

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We’ve all seen them. People who knew what they wanted to be from the time they were little ones. A teacher inspired them to pick up a piece of chalk and make a difference.

Or maybe the lack of a good doctor when their family needed one, lit a fire in them to become a good doctor in someone else’s life.

We have greenly looked at those who knew, whose certainty dripped from their every movement. And we kept looking at our own lives, wondering what could have been.

It’s never too late to pursue your calling.

Because we weren’t made with cookie cutters, we think differently, act differently and accomplish goals differently. And that’s okay. Maybe more of us would pursue our callings if we better understood the process.

And then I read The Art of Work, by Jeff Goins. A book that not only acknowledges our differences, but also gives us the right to pursue our callings, no matter how our maps differ. This is not a marathon where only one winner is crowned. And the time it takes to get there doesn’t matter, just that we do finish.

For years, I was frustrated, watching others pursue their crystal clear calling and cross their individual finish lines.

While I outwardly congratulated them, inside these questions burned, “Will I ever reach mine? What is wrong with me? Why do I keep getting delayed?”

What about me?

At times, I wondered if I had misunderstood what my calling was. My uncertainty gave me more time to figure it out. The only problem with that was I could hear the clock ticking loudly.

The Art of Work has changed my thinking, even some of my cemented thoughts. Goins not only paints a clear picture of what a calling looked like, he shows us getting there looks different for each person. With each story I could feel myself relax. And that gave me hope.

A calling is not some carefully crafted plan. It’s what’s left when the plan goes horribly wrong,

It all matters

Maybe we all have the power to turn our lives into significant stories if we start to see our difficulties as opportunities.

He had my full attention. After all, I thought I had missed what others had achieved. Hadn’t I? Page after page, I let the words soak in, untangling misunderstood concepts which held me back.

All along, her life was teaching her something, even in the pain. And if she hadn’t paid attention, she just might have missed it.

He may as well have been talking to me. Pain had been a constant companion. One I thought was preventing me from pursuing my calling. One I tried to avoid, though unsuccessful. It had gotten to the point I was afraid of pain. Fear had slipped in again.

Fear needs to be recognized

Some people, though, let fear run their lives. They avoid risk, hoping to minimize the chances of failure, and in effect move in the opposite direction of a calling.

Fear used to stop me cold. I had recently heard Larry Crabb speak. “Sometimes we avoid the very things in our lives God wants to use to teach us something. We do this out of fear.”

Often my stubbornness requires repeat lessons. Two people saying basically the same thing. I needed to respond accordingly, instead of shrinking back.

And now I sit with confirmation of my calling. It doesn’t matter what the date is, or how long my journey has been. None of that matters. The only thing that matters is that I reach my destination.  Circumstances I mistook for intruders, were necessary steps. Part of the whole picture.

One step at a time

With renewed confidence I acknowledge my scrambled journey.  I will stop condemning the calendar, but instead celebrate every step which brings me closer.  One more statement that speaks volumes to me and causes me to face my fears.

Yes, you could fail, but we all know what happens when you don’t try—nothing.

And so I move forward. I will not be paralyzed any longer.

And now you have an opportunity to change your thinking. Maybe you’ll realize you’re not too late.  You may be right on time.

Click here to find out how you can get the Art of Work for only the price of postage. Reading this might be the one thing you need to get you started, or maybe like me, it will restart you. Isn’t it worth finding out?book@2x

What if Every Piece Does Fit?


So often in life we start down a road, with our dreams in the GPS of our minds. But we don’t seem to meet the destination as we expected.

And after a while we wonder if perhaps we’re on the right road to our calling. Did we miss something? Is this thing even working?

Jeff Goins says, “A calling is what you have when you look back at your life and make sense of what it’s been trying to teach you all along.”

Reading that line was liberating.

Sometimes you’ll read a good book, loaded with tools for navigating your journey. Helpful tools.

In another book by Jeff, The In Between, I learned the value in the waiting part of my life. That the in between part is to be enjoyed, not just tolerated.

In his new book, The Art of Work, Jeff gives me other tools. This one helps us look at the experiences of our lives in a new light. All those times we thought we were being delayed.

For the longest time I have felt I was called to speak and write. And while I’ve been thankful that my poetry has been in stores, I couldn’t see how one road would lead me to the one of speaking.

Was I wrong?

Nothing seemed to lead me to my desire. Had I been mistaken?

Then I began getting Bible studies I had written published, and published articles followed. Each one fulfilling, but not in the area of speaking.

I enrolled in writing courses and improved my craft. I had to write. For me it was like breathing.

In the meantime, I lived life. Then I wrote about it. I learned what helps others is vulnerability. I wrote my memoir, and then put it out there.

Still these experiences were not moving me in the direction I thought they would. They seemed disconnected. And a frustration grew within me.

In The Art of Work, Jeff Goins addresses the whole picture. Telling real-life stories, we learn what it looks like for someone to fulfill their calling. What surprised me was that it sometimes looked very different than the person expected.

There’s the story Jeff tells of Jody Mayberry, whose dream was to be a park ranger. Whatever obstacles Jody saw he overcame. Becoming a park ranger was his deep desire.

But by the time his story was told we learned being a park ranger was only part of what he was called to do. His calling would consist not only being a park ranger, but influencing park rangers everywhere. He had to remain open to the possibilities.

But what if he hadn’t been open to that?

I believe The Art of Work is a must-read for anyone who is trying to figure out his/her calling.

Story after story, we see people with passions. Some who aren’t sure of their callings, some who needed to just live life and then they saw them revealed.

I look at the extraneous experiences in my life right now. Like puzzle pieces, I have been unsure of where they fit, and it they fit at all. But this book has given me a different perspective. One that makes me grateful for each of these odd-shaped pieces.

A fresh look

Instead of looking at these pieces as hindrances, or at best delays, to what my heart longs for, I see them all as necessary to the bigger picture. Now I am welcoming them instead of resenting them.

Instead of seeing our experiences as setbacks, we can start seeing them as they really are.

You don’t know how much time I have wasted regretting what I thought was lost. Goins says, “Life is full of surprises, and it doesn’t help us to fixate on regrets or trying to recover what was lost.”

So if you want to better understand the whole concept of calling, if you want to recognize how each part of your life may work together for the whole, you need to read this book. And after you’re done, you might want to mark it up and read it again. That’s what I’m doing.

And for those of you who seem to be stopped by the difficulties, Jeff encourages us, “Maybe we all have the power to turn our lives into significant stories if we start to see our difficulties as opportunities.”

Thank you Jeff, for casting a light on an area I struggled with. I have renewed hope that I will fulfill my calling. And I’m not as concerned with the timetable, for I see each experience as a valuable step in the right direction.

To get your own copy of The Art of Work, Jeff is offering it free. All you pay for is shipping. This is an offer you won’t want to miss.book@2x

Finally, I can see value in a lot of extraneous experiences. And it further confirms something I truly believe. That God doesn’t waste anything.

It’s Almost Time

It’s almost time.

Mom just woke us up so we could bring in the new year. It’s 11:50 pm.

We come downstairs and she places pot lids in our young hands, along with wooden spoons.

“Just a few minutes to go. Get ready, get ready!”

Mom shows us the box of noisemakers we can choose. Brightly colored and made of tin, they have little handles you hold onto. Spinning them around they make the best sound, only allowed on this day.

Still, we’d rather have the pots, they are louder.

In a matter of a minutes we will move through time. From one year into the next, out with the old, in with the new.

Our hearts start beating faster with each tick of the clock. It’s thrilling being up around midnight.

And before long, we’ll be tasting the greek tradition of Loukoumades. Pastries mom just made by dropping batter into hot oil. The honey she drizzled over the puffed balls is sticky, but we don’t mind. This memory is one that will last forever.

And finally she yells, “It’s time. Go ahead, go ahead!”

“Happy New Year!” we yell, banging our little hearts out.

We hear the sound of fireworks by those who brave this cold Chicago night. We stand outside yelling and screaming for a whopping five minutes.

And now we walk in with our coats buttoned over our pajamas, wearing big smiles. We did it.

Tomorrow we will have a special meal. Uncle Steve and Pattie will be over. They always celebrate special times with us.

The day has come. We watch as mom cuts the round loaf of greek bread she made. It smelled so good in the oven.

All of us hope our piece has the quarter in it. The one she took down from the chandelier and placed in the dough.

Whoever gets the quarter is supposed to have good fortune for the year. But first, she cuts a piece for “the house,” and if that piece has the quarter the good fortune is for the whole family.

I quickly search my slice to find no quarter. I glance at my siblings. This year my brother gets it. A smile covers his young face.

Quietly I wonder if I’ll ever be the one to get that special piece.

It’s decades later.

I look around. There is no handing out of pots and pans.  There are no Loukoumades glazed with honey. And I’m not sure if there will be fireworks since I rarely stay up that late.

But it’s still New Year’s Eve and there will still be the passage of time.

Each year we sit and reflect on the year gone by. If it’s been a bad year we welcome the new year with open arms. And if the year has been good to us, we hope for the same.

It’s quiet, but that’s okay. The memories of other years gone by still parade through my mind.

And if I pause for just a moment, I can still see a little girl hitting a pot with a wooden spoon. A girl with a big smile on her face.

Happy New Year everyone.