As a writer, one of the greatest struggles can be to not take spurts of unemployment personally. To some it might sound harmless, but to most artists, it gets hard when you’re faced with the inevitable thought that never fails to surface, “Am I wasting my time? Should I be doing something else?”
At the beginning of 2016, I found myself dead out of work. Unemployment lasted for three months and in that time, I was often tempted to do what I had done so many times before, lose my way and take it personally.
But as luck would have it, this was also around the same time when I started the prayer group. It’d be a stretch to claim that I was peaceful, but I did find myself shifting into a new approach. In all the work that I was doing and all the messages that I was open to receiving, I found myself open to being grateful, which eventually led to bouts of peace and an absence of periodical freak outs.
I hadn’t quite shifted into the complete certainty, but I was sleeping. I was praying. I was writing. I was getting up. I was reading, running, and mosing along as if I had the day off from a big job.
Every night, I would thank God for the blessing that was on its way and when I began to feel uneasy, I mustered the courage to ask him for ‘what he thought I needed.’ I let him decide and I did my best to trust that not only would it arrive, but my blessings were well on their way.
One by one, they have shown themselves. As the year progressed, every opportunity that I had prayed for has slowly unfolded. Never at my pace. Never how I had expected, but it’s arrived nonetheless and without my ‘genius’ input. Because I was trusting, I was prepared to receive what was on its way, which made a world of a difference in gratefulness and practicality.