|Rory: I'm not entirely sure what to do about you, Jess.|
Let me put it in a list, and I'll get back to you.
(Not her brightest idea. Or an actual quote.)
1. Laughing with Christy (over the voicemail she'd left me in a Baltic accent- no wonder she's my friend).
2. Signing with Chester (a deaf man who comes into Mast all the time).
3. Meeting Jose (who used to interpret both ASL and Spanish in South Texas).
4. High-fiving the guy who works at Lenny's.
5. All the cute dogs! (Mast is a pet-friendly establishment, and I love that.)
6. Talking with Dani on the phone for an hour and a half (which happened before work, not during, in case you were concerned about my ethic).
Today, my list is of the to-do genre, and it looks like this:
1. Apply to volunteer at this library I love so much (happening right now!).
2. Do a lot of thinking about where I want to be in the next few months.
It's a concise one. It's an exciting one. God has been teaching me a lot about myself, and I feel like a door is opening somewhere, even though I can barely tell what shape it is. This whole I-know-Katniss madness has pretty quickly deteriorated into a why-do-I-suck-so-bad? pity fest. I mean, it kind of hurts. It shouldn't, but it does. I know that girl (and she's not the only one, either), and even if I am not remotely as talented, I still grew up with the same interests. Dreams. Passions. And then I got scared. I stepped back and let it go on without me because I never, ever, believed in myself enough to take any steps toward success. And by success, I don't just mean playing Katniss in the Hunger Games movies. Success for me would be, say, actually writing this book and then querying agents (which I never thought I would do). Or, better yet, getting actively involved in a theatre group. Why have I let that slide? Did I really think that I would no longer enjoy acting after college? Well... yeah, I did. I did think that. I remember coming to terms with myself over "not being in plays anymore." Ridiculous.
The other night it finally dawned on me: way to slap God in the face. He made me to love theatre. He made me to love writing. He made me to love sign language and deaf culture. He made me to love camping ministry. And not just to love them, but to actually do them! And by ignoring these things, I am the one who is missing out on what He has in store for me. I used to be ashamed of the impracticality. I used to think, Why do I thrive on things I will never be able to do?
Well, who am I to say that I'll never be able to do them? Or that I won't just do them anyway, regardless of the success of others or my fear of failure? Did God not shape all these desires in me on purpose? (Yes! Yes he did!)
And as I was pondering this the other night, it all came together: words. God has given me a gift (small though it may be) of using words. Spoken, written, signed, and even those expressed by Him.
So, yes. I have been scared. I have stepped back. I have never fully believed in myself. I have been complacent in doing other things. And you know what? I'm done with that. If you haven't noticed, I am a strong believer in the unfolding purposes of the Lord. And some amazing things can really happen when I let myself get out of the way. Friends, if you will hold me accountable to getting back into theatre, taking writing more seriously (because what if the Lord really does want that from me?), improving in ASL, and, most importantly, spending more time with my Bible, I will be grateful.
Who am I to ignore it?
[I still plan to write my completed work out by hand in journals and then hide them in the attic, though. That won't change, even if I do get published.]