When I was a kid I read Jelly Side Down by Erma Bombeck every whatever-day-of-the-week her column appeared in the Detroit Free Press.
Somewhere in my subconscious I wanted to write a column, too.
And that, right there, is the beauty of blogging.
You don’t have to wait until you’re invited to write a column. You don’t have to work your way up, or know someone; you don’t have to hope and pray someone will publish your words.
For that matter, flashing back to today’s earlier post*, you don’t have to blow anything or anyone up in order to be heard. We may not have even had a unabomber had blogging been available back then (except that Ted hated technology).
All you have to do is click the Publish button in the upper right hand corner of your post.
So what if you don’t get paid.
So what if only a handful of people read it.
Or is it that you didn’t want to write a column so much as you wanted to be a rich and famous columnist?
“Do what you love and the money will come,” Dr. Morris said.
And I say do what you love even if the money has no intention of coming.
If you’ve always wanted to be a coach, coach little league.
If you’ve always wanted to be a counselor, volunteer – the non-profit will train you.
If you’ve always wanted to be a mom, be a foster mom.
You get my drift.
I’ll never get to be Perry Mason without first going to law school, however, and knowing what I know about how the legal system works, I’ll never get to be Perry Mason even if I do go to law school.
But I got to kind of live out my desire to be Perry Mason and my desire to be a counselor all in one during my juvenile court days as a social worker.
And now I get to kind of be Erma Bombeck, sans her humor and her audience.
What have you always wanted to do that you are kind of doing?
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and I could say, “I used everything you gave me.” – Erma Bombeck (one of my heroes)
*Forgive me for breaking my no-more-than-one-post-per-day rule.