Brain-fried

I'm going to preface everything I'm about to say with the caveat that it's been 11 days since my last day off. So I'm a little brain-fried.

I've been meaning to post something this week, but I struggled with having little of interest to post and having so much I didn't know where to start.

I had just two weeks to complete an eight-page supplement for a client. In five days I produced 5600 words of copy. I have no idea if any of it made any sense towards the end. Some of the articles I wrote, I can't remember writing.

(To check out what I did with my long weekend see the supplement in June 2's StarPhoenix.)

Despite the major assignment, I felt a low ebb in my writing confidence. I just didn't see where God was going with this. How could I make a living at this? After all I've tried before and failed.

With a huge mortgage payment looming, I felt more pressure to find an increased and more stable income.

So in the midst of my writing blur I squeezed in a job interview.

Halfway through the interview, the interviewer gave a me a look, something akin to... what in the world are you doing here?

Which was fairly appropriate since I'd been wondering the same thing since I had walked in the door.

I put on a happy face and finished the interview.

As I left, I felt panicked at the thought of returning to a job with... well... with other people.

I've been self-employed too long!

So just when I thought God had brought this job opportunity my way, I felt like I was so far away from what God wanted.

Just when I think I have it all figured out... things change, right?

So last night I contemplated my situation until far too late. I prayed God would give me a sign that I freelancing was where he wanted me.

I'm a little dense at times (and a little exhausted at the moment!) so I asked him to make the sign fairly big. Neon lights and the whole bit.

Today I got an email from a writer in the city. She'd been approached for a major writing project and had to turn it down. She was going to pass along my name, if that was ok.

The opportunity she passed on was fabulous. Big organization. Juicy assignment. Good money. With a possibility of a one-year contract later.

Woohoo!

Anyone got sunglasses? The neon lights on that sign are seriously hurting my eyes!

Ok.

I get it.

Stay at the centre. Keep freelancing. Trust Him. Walk with Him. Place it all in His hands.

I have no idea if this opportunity will work out. It sounds really positive, though. So I will praise God for this chance and pray He will keep guiding me to the right places at the right time.

And that He will take my name to where it needs to be, so that I can provide for my family. He knew all about the huge mortgage we would have when He gift wrapped the house for my birthday/our anniversary. He's not going to forget a little thing like helping us pay for it!

Now I'm going to go stuff my kids into bed so I can get an early start on this fabulous day off that's coming my way tomorrow! Woohoo!

Listening to: not much
Pending assignments: just 2 for now...