Month: July 2019

In January I had the idea to start a blog. ( insert tears, frustration, sleeplessness and a touch of excitement.) Finding my passion was top of mind as I worked through another brutal Michigan winter while my soul died from the experience.

I realized I had a million soul filling ideas, than a friend asked a question- “So, is the blog about finding your passion, or is writing your passion?” I had to consider the question for just a minute.

“I’m pretty sure writing is the passion..?” Honestly, this was a revelation.

My piece of pie was rediscovered!

So I have begun to unearth some of my old stories. Some are for children based on my hospital stays for open heart surgeries as a child, others I wrote for my kids when they were young, a novel half way done sits on my shelf, and so on….

Never one to be ahead of the times, I am still struggling to get going with today’s methods, and this blog has been a struggle bigger than I had imagined. Many thanks to all who continue to encourage me daily.

Years ago (decades) I had heard of “self publishing and Electronic books,” I didn’t have a clue what folks were talking about- Now, I’m a Grandma whose trying to get with the times while I dig up this old thing called “PASSION.” I didn’t know when I started months ago that it was going to be writing that pulled me out of the doldrums. I had a million business idea’s and I figured that one of them would steal my focus and I would spend countless hours proving that I could get a business idea launched and allow it to remain going on my mad skills…. nope, it’s writing, it has always been writing and it has been sitting in boxes and on closet shelves for decades waiting for me to remember it.

“I remember you old friend, I remember you!”

So although my writings will still focus on passion and finding it, rediscovering it or creating it out of this moment- it may not be the quest I thought I was going on. I have a lot to discover- about myself mainly and I’m grabbing a fork and digging into this piece of pie with gusto.

Thank you for taking the journey with me. I hope that we find it mutually beneficial.

Till next time- Erin

I’m spending a few minutes of my morning sipping black coffee while I sneak one of my ever famous chocolate chip cookies. (yes, you know the ones.)

I’ve been deep in thought again, sometimes a good thing…sometimes not.

Getting my nerve up to fight with word press again because everywhere I turn there are posts, and quotes, and conversations about finding your passion so I am reaffirmed that I am not the only one out there searching. Right?

I keep going back to a conversation I had with my Mom, probably, shamefully about twenty years ago which would have put me in the thirty something age bracket. Ya know what I wondered about? “What did you want to be when you were growing up?” That my friends is a simple question asked probably about twenty years too late. I was really around thirty years old before I had the thought that my Mother maybe just maybe had a different idea in mind for how her dreams would play out. I mean, of course she had the best five kid’s that God had ever handed someone- so the idea that she didn’t always want to be twenty nine years old with five children hanging on her had never crossed my mind.

Her answer, if I recall, was that she wanted to do something with fashion. Come again??? If you’d met my Mom you would had guessed this answer was about 356 on her list….. but no, she said she wanted to do something with fashion. She also told me how her and a friend had tried to join the Navy once, but she was glad that hadn’t worked out.

My point to this memory is that even the best Mom in the world had other dreams, and it pains me to say I was too busy selfishly enjoying her motherly love to consider this till much too late.

So, do me a favor and drop me a line of either your passion or your Mothers. Let me know which is which…..If you’re blessed to still have your Mother than firstly, I’m jealous as hell and second, if you’ve never talked to your Mom about what her dreams were- invite her for a cup of tea.

Til next time– Erin