Today, my first guest writing tip went out in the Green Piece Indy e-newsletter. At the bottom, Renee shared a link to my blog for people to learn more about me. Oh the panic! I haven't posted here since May and I didn't even write that post. Every week I swear that I will post, and then that week goes by unfulfilled.
So, thank so to Renee for the much needed fire under my tookus.
I am on vacation with the Barich-side of my family. Actually, my mom's sister and brother are here, too. It's a Barich-McMahon mash up in Union Pier, MI. My parents both grew up in Gary, IN and their families have been intertwined for years. My dad is one of seven and my mom is one of four. They all went to Andrean High School, a catholic high school in northwest Indiana. My throat hurts from laughing so hard at all their memory lane stories last night. My dad would start a story and then pause in amazement at Eric Clapton wailing from the iPod. He retired on Thursday after 39 years in claims at Allstate Insurance. Joy and peace just surround him this week as we chuck it up with the family, 25 of us.
As Dad celebrates retirement, I am celebrating new beginnings in my career. Along with the Green Piece Indy tip, I was published in NORTH Magazine this week with two articles. My dream since college was to be published in a glossy magazine. Somewhere along the way, my confidence plummeted and trudged along a sales path. My sister, Beth, encouraged me to start this blog just to start writing again. With this venture into the blogosphere, I gained the confidence to call myself a writer. I used to say, "I am a writer...who doesn't write." Now, I am writer who gets paid to write...that's all I ever wanted from the first day I stepped into Ernie Pyle Hall at Indiana University.
Thanks to you, loyal readers and followers, for encouraging me in my dreams!
MOOSE UPDATE:
The big boy is at home with Erin and Lilli while I am on vacation. I waffled about bringing him here with me. I had visions of him frolicking on the beach and playing with my little cousins. Then I tried to picture the moment getting out of the car and trying to figure out what to do with him while we unpacked the car. If it was going to be that troublesome from the jump, I knew it would be a rough week. I miss him very much!
Panic is easy. Families are hard. Steadfast beliefs and a consistent yield is Chinese algebra for most of us. So responding with action to tookus-fire overtures is commendable. We all want to do and be of the gallant variety, but few are. We’re fearful schmucks. On guard to measure need and manage reflection. Despite truths, reality is hopeful. I know this to be so, but not why. Dimensional, spirited beings charge forward with gestures large and small and alter fates. People don’t change. But I’ve seen it happen. Dreams are overrated. But dreaming is not. Congratulations for putting yourself and your words out there. Glossy or not, our world is better when writers are free to get paid.
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