Content being Content

Okay, I know that’s an odd title for a post but it captures well my thoughts this morning. Can I be content being content? I have a full-time job that I love and a blossoming writing career. I’m happy with both.

BUT. . .Yes, there’s a but.

Because I have a full-time job, my writing life and career differ from that of other writers. Just the other day, I got a notice from a writer friend, Jacquelin Thomas, who’s done an Amazon short. Now I’ve wanted to do one of those for my non-fiction book but I’ve never gotten around to it. Getting Jacqui’s e-mail made me feel badly about not gettting around to it. When I see the innovative and creative promotional activities of other writers, I begin to think that I need to do something. I’m not sure what, but definitely something.

Here’s where we get to “Content being Content.”

I have to live my life. I can’t live Jacqui’s life or the life of any other author. My writing career exists within the broader boundaries of my life, which includes the full-time job that I love. This means that I can’t do all the things that full-time writers do. I can’t do all the conferences, my e-mail responses aren’t as prompt, my blog is not updated as often. Sometimes I get overwelmed thinking about all that I could be doing.

So I have to prioritize how I spend my time. The writing has to come first. I’m learning that I have to delegate many of the non-writing actitivies to others. So I have to hire people to help me with those things that I can’t do personally. I just have to get organized enough to figure out when and where I need help. I would love to have a personal assistant (perfect part-time job for a student), but I need to figure out what the personal assistant would do. You see my problem?

On a more urgent note. . .

The trade paperback of The Amen Sisters releases in November and I know I’ll need help promoting it. I have a great Internet publicist on my short-list but her schedule is pretty packed and she’s not sure she can take on my book, so I need help. If any of you know any publicists who may be able to help me, let me know. I need to make a decision within the next few weeks.

Content being Content. . .That’s going to be my motto. I have to “do me,” as the kids would say, and you have to “do you.” Let’s not forget that.

But godliness with contentment is great gain. -1 Timothy 6:6

4 thoughts on “Content being Content

  1. I tell ya, Angela. There are sometimes that I feel you are sent to encourage all those around you. I have a similar life in fact, I do things in such “off seasons” I am thinking of changing my license plate to say “OFFCSON”

  2. I’m glad I dropped by. This is something I’ve had to learn too though I sometimes get all frazzled thinking of the things I *should* be doing. I have literally 100s of boxes of books and other stuff around waiting to be unpacked and sorted. It would be great to no longer have to pay more than $80/month for my storage unit. But then I also have things stored downstairs in the basement of where I live and those must be taken care of.

    The only bit of real encouragement that I’ve had lately is from my doctor, also a Christian, who said something to the effect of “I admire the way you keep on doing things even though you have so many problems.” It was so unexpected but very heart-warming.

    So am I happy? My one boss said that was the only thing in life that counted. But I couldn’t always keep a smile on my face when all sorts of pain bothered me and I was worried about my mother and other things (this is more than 10 years ago). I thought about it at that time. No, I can’t really remember being “happy” as most people think of it. But I’ve learned to be “content”–most of the time.

    Today I had a moment of upset again. Since last June when I discovered that my electrical consumption had almost tripled in one month and I hadn’t the faintest clue as to why, I’ve been very short of cash and very worried. Nobody would help me find out why. The landlord just threw up his hands in a typical Italian gesture and said, “It’s your computer.” That was his answer every time I mentioned it.

    On June 20, my hydro company finally accepted the findings of an electrician, whom I had to pay, that I had been paying not for my usage but for that of people who were using two air conditioners, two fans, TV with all the fancy doodads in addition to what I had: computer, some lights, a fridge and the occasional use of a microwave or toaster oven. No TV, radio, cd player, nothing else. The landlord had given us the wrong meters.

    So on June 20 I was told that the cheque for the refund would be made out that week and I should have by the next week, i.e., the one just passed. I still don’t have it and I desperately need an air conditioner and someone to clean up my computer. I was told by the personnel at Hydro that the check would be made out this Thursday. I finally was able to talk to someone with a little bit more authority and she said that she would get the check as soon as it was ready and call me so that I could pick it up on Thursday and not have to wait for the mail.

    Actually, I keep thinking that someonce owes me some interest and for a moment today, I really felt like suing our former landlord for messing things up so badly and causing me more hardships and health problems than necessary.

    But our family is not one to sue people. The stroke that my father had and that cost him his livelihood and a lot of health problems was actually the result of a head injury he received when a young guy ran a stop-sign and drove right into my father’s car. The guy had no insurance but my parents, putting their faith first, refused to sue. And I can’t do anything else but follow their example.

    But yes, I’ve felt more stressed during the last almost 2 years than I ever remember being before. I can’t remember what it was like when bombs were falling all around me during the last year and a half of the war. That was a very stressful time too, especially for my mother and grandmother. They survived that, and I survived this with the help of my pastor and his wife, as well as my sister’s. And of course, it goes without saying that God was always watching out for us.

    So yes, most of the time I am content and I too am content just being content.

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