When you’re traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its depths; it has its pearls too.
I got to thinking about the point in every freelancer’s life where he has to decide whether he wants to A, have a social life, and do art in his spare time, or B, do art, and have a social life in his spare time. It has always seemed to me that if you have any hope of making a living as an artist – writer, musician, whatever – you absolutely must learn to tell people to leave you alone, and to mean it, and to eject them from your life if they don’t respect that. This is necessary not because your job is more important than anyone else’s – it isn’t – but because a great many people will think of you as not having a job. ‘Oh, how wonderful – you can work whenever you want to!’ Well, yes, to a point, but generally ‘whenever you want to’ had better be most of the time, or else you won’t have a roof over your head.
At the conference in Utah in April, I heard this one girl read her short story and it was so amazing that later when she walked by, I was eating a bagel and I fumbled and almost dropped it because I was so starstruck. Welcome to my awkward life.
I am looking for someone to share
in an adventure that I am arranging,
and it is very difficult to find anyone.
Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.
God’s grace does not come to people who morally outperform others, but to those who admit their failure to perform and who acknowledge their need for a Savior.