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EFFECTIVE-LY

Posted on by Nancy the Writer

“You’re a horrible student.”  I will never forget Ms. Brenda Buce.  “Now, you’re a great stylist, and I’m sure that you’re a great mother,” said the brilliant cosmetology instructor almost ten years ago, “but you have only 100 percent, and if you’re doing ten things, then you’re only able to give ten percent of you to each thing.”

That put things into perspective for me, and it still does.  I only wish that I had abided by those words years ago.  I have always done too many things at once…me and my self-imposed deadlines.  Sigh.  I believe (I know) that this has been my own undoing.  No, it’s not so much that I’m a bad time manager or an ineffective multitasker—in many instances, quite the contrary.

Because I tend to multitask pretty well, I often find myself taking on far too much, while shouting the mantra “We got this!”  Me and Jesus, that is.  Later, exhausted, as I whisper the same with an added inflection of question, I can see the Savior’s smiling side-eye as He peels my fatigued fingers from the wheel, one by one.

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Thank You, Lord.

Independent of a certain wisdom, gorging on every ‘necessary’ option, I’ve consistently continued to load my plate with what I’ve ‘needed’ to accomplish within the next two years…six months…three weeks…ten days…eight hours…30 minutes…etc…whatever.

Overly ambitious.

I haven’t done much else (lately) that has caused my mother grief except managing life at levels that cause her to fear that I will overload, stroke out and bust a vein causing much needed blood cells and necessary bits of organ to ooze from my ears as I try to fit just one more thing onto my tightly packed calendar, squeezing snatches of sleep between emails and errands.

O, I gets ‘er done, but at what cost?

I’m getting older, heavier, time is passing, my child is graduating, and the matters of my life have managed to whisk me away from what matters most to me.  In an attempt to improve my life, I am missing out on it.

My business is my life’s work, and I absolutely love it.  Writing is like breathing for me—natural and necessary.  Getting paid to do it is the sweet cream cheese icing on my cake.  I only wish that I could savor it instead of winded-ly rushing from deadline to deadline.

I love to read, and I have so much of it to do for work, but I wish that I could just kick back and read a good book for pure personal enjoyment more often than I find myself currently able.

My children are my strength, my weakness, my inspiration, true sources of joy and aggravation, and they are growing up before my eyes just out of sight…growing over (what sometimes seems like) a whole foot overnight.  I wish that I were more involved in their activities…in their everyday…in their lives.  I’ve raised them to be independent (I’m divorced…we’ve had to be), but they need me, and the truth is that when they’ve grown and gone off to live their lives (which will be much sooner than later), I will need to have been there…I already happen to know this.  Selah

Well, no more wishing.  Especially since the only person in the way of what I’m wishing for is me.  I own this moment, and in it I decide to be more intentional as I commit to a simpler, yet thriving existence.

I’d like to quote Valerie Burton’s book, Successful Women Think Differently.  But I won’t.  (Mostly because I didn’t mark the quote in the book and now I’ve lost it and instead of pausing to spend valuable time to find it because I’d like to finish this post instead of adding it to my list of to-do,) I can make reference to it in a paraphrase, and you can go get the book yourself.  You should anyway.  It’s a pretty good book.

In it, she talks about a successful singer who used to be a secretary.  She asked this lady how she came about her success as a singer.  The lady replied that she had no degree, minimal skills, and not many other options.  Singing was all she had, “so it had to work.”  #lightbulb

I will no longer gorge on options.  They are great to have, and it’s great to know that I have them, but I have assessed them and chosen the best of where to invest the best of me.  All other options are options still, but are to remain in the pot…simmering and ready, but currently my plate is full.  Balanced and full.

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Let Go and Grab the Gift

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“Rejection is God’s protection.”

I heard myself saying to the young woman the very same words that had been uttered to me, among other inspirational thoughts in an attempt to explain why people turn away.  My heart went out to her because she had obviously found herself in a place of awesome loneliness.

To be largely left alone is a gift unrealized by the masses and unappreciated by many because of the natural human need to feel accepted—a nagging byproduct of the human condition.  However, not one so strong it can’t be overcome.

Aloneness, a more accurate description of the condition, is a necessary ingredient in the recipe for greatness.  Greatness, often confused with popularity, requires insight into self.  Others play a very small role in this part of the process, if at all.

However, I digress.

The young woman’s account brought back memories of how the icy finger of rejection selectively touched a few of those I held closest.  It hurt at the time, but I later realized that when impending elevation looms, God begins to pull people away—those who distract and those who can’t go with.

Oftentimes and especially if we tend to be loyal and devoted by nature, He knows that we would not let go unless we are let go of.  So goes the rejection.  “It’s hard to understand,” I said.  “But use this time as God intends.  Study, work, fast, pray, develop discipline, and acquire knowledge; treat yourself well.  You will need this where you are going.  And close your mouth.  Keep your plans to yourself.  Sharing the great wonderful that God has revealed to you as your destiny only provokes envy in those who have yet to discover the route to their own great wonderful.  And when this season is over, past, and gone, God will place people around you who are of like mind and purpose.  In keeping it real, don’t hold yourself back!”

The look in her eyes let me know that she couldn’t hear me past her pain.  I told her that I would pray for her, and I meant it.  She would stay on my mind just because she is a reminder that no matter what we go or have gone through, that we are not the only ones experiencing the place that we are in or the places where we’ve been.  When you become attached to people and time has fastened the hold, it’s hard to let go.

But O, the glorious day when we let go, let God, and move on, we find that our steps lead us to promised land.  It is then that we realize how our journey played its part and the beautiful truth in the scripture, “All things work together for good to them who love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose.”

Amen.

 

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Current MOOD:

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Inspired

While everyone is not necessarily an artist–as the term denotes, I do believe that we all possess art of one form or another, and we are all impacted by art in one form or another.  The human soul–the seat of the mind, the will, and the emotions–by virtue of the complexity of its parts, is a work of art in itself, each individual in its intricacies.

In my profession, I use statistics and analysis for technical writing (e.g., proposal content, advertising content, policies, manuals, etc.).  But then I get to take that information and creatively fashion together letters, words, paragraphs, silent sounds and sentences to craft communication in its simplest yet most explicative form to relay idea and intent.

And THAT, dear reader, is my God-given art.  He has placed such a treasure in us all.

Evidence that we are of the Divine.

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