I have taken on the dutiful honor of crowning
myself as ‘The Silliest Writer Ever!’ Thankfully, this official position of
silliness, is only a momentary one and the crown shall pass on to the next
silly writer, within moments of the writer realizing what everyone else has
recognized for quite a while, as obliviously silly and the writer admitting
under their breath slowly, “Oh, I get it now”.
Even now, as I contemplate my reign over the
‘Kingdom of Silliness’ and the all the silly things ever concocted by a writer,
I have two people in mind I have yet to intrigue with my silly antidotes. The
irony is that, as I sit here with my millennium list of things
yet not accomplished, I am actually excited about the newly found wealth of
information that I want to share with them. Yes, these two who have served more
than 20 unforgiving years honing their specialty to become moguls of their craft. Their blood has laced timelines and their tear-soaked, cheeks has kept,
the struggles and the disappointments of life from drying out their dreams and
hopes of fulfilling their passion. Their passions have turned into a
career that family, friends and yes-jealous enemies seek out their wisdom and
guidance for. Why? Well, because unlike myself, they don’t start their dreams
in January, whine that it’s too hard in February and quit by March. Only to
start yet, another diversional grand scheme towards riches for the next three months
and continue a madly insane cycle of starting and stopping to nothingness, year
after year.
I find myself regularly encouraging everybody
else, to write their life story. I always think that what they have to share is
so intriguing and certainly the world can’t live another day without their
carbon fingerprint carved eternally in the edges of the horizon. My journalistic brain starts envisioning inscribed pages, pages, which turn into articles, articles
which turn into best selling books! I yell out to them “You should write! This
is a fabulous story! It will be amazing!” They turn inelegantly towards me with utter bedazzlement, all the while looking quizzically into my eyes
searching for any type of life form.
As I reflect upon this newly found silly revelation,
it has taken me too long to realize that I have been trying to encourage the
wrong people to write. In fact, they despise even the thought of writing, it’s
as if I had handed them a red velvet cupcake, with cream cheese frosting, with
a live medallion cockroach anchored on it, singing the “Star Spangled Banner”,
while I’m eagerly awaiting their approval of this fine delicacy of a thought.
I have come to the obvious conclusion that while
am I encouraging everybody else to write a book or a blog about their passion,
it is I. Yes, none other than ‘Your Highness of Silliness’ that should be
writing. Not just in January or February and stop for several months, but I
should be writing daily, weekly consistently.
Yes, I, Janice the writer, the motivational speaker, the artist, mom
of five, lover of Jesus, beaches, jazz and cycling. I take a humble bow before
my court as I exit stage left to woo my beloved Mr. Disciplined Consistency.
For I have allowed him to allude me for far too long. It’s time I demanded my
engagement ring and confirm our wedding date.
Thankfully, the season has come for me to embrace the realization of what has been an
insurmountable task. To develop a consistent lifestyle of writing I must
rely on someone much greater than myself as I humbly admit that the
inconsistency of my dreams has been my weakness. Therein through my weakness God shall be my strength. I
have before me a moment-by-moment challenge to remind myself that I can do all things through Christ as Jon Bloom
shares in his ‘The
Insanity of Leaning on Our Own Understanding’,
I shall not lean upon my own understanding as I continue writing.