Writing With the Wind

Some days, I want to scream. I don't, though. Instead, I write when I'm emotional. 

I'm not like most folks that way. My pal Z is a fantastic person, known all over the world for her photography. When we talked recently, I suggested we write a murder mystery book together, I'd write the first chapter and then she could write the second. She said she'd have a nervous breakdown before finishing the first paragraph.

Let me just say that Z is one of the best bosses I ever helped. She was the Art Director for The Thoroughbred Record (which was the longest running periodical in 1985) and I was her assistant for a few precious years. We used FILM back in the 80s to produce a weekly magazine, so she handled a plethora of tasks.

Under her direction, I ran ads to the Art department from one floor to theirs, filed the films we saved for the silver, and btw I was super skinny at the time lol. 

I proofread text before it was published, telexed foreign jockey clubs for results and generally was a publication secretary for several years.

At any rate, to hear Z say she couldn't write (when I knew she especially had "the dirt" needed) made clear to me that my "talent" is something to be respected. Not everyone who knows a story can and will tell it. I'm proud to call myself a writer, so there!

Tonight I found a note from my first Care Receiver as a Stephen Minister. Her very kind remarks reminded me that I am not a monster, but have been a spiritual presence for sick people. I have walked them Home, and prayed with them while they were dying. It's not an easy task, but I'm happy the Good Lord gave me the ability to do it. 

So tomorrow, I will keep the smile on my face and forge ahead with the power of prayer and faith. If anyone wants to call me names and think I'm bad, they have a right to do whatever they please. I can't change them, I can only rise above that sort of crappy attitude and do my best to be a loving Christian. 

Nah, you cannot steal my joy, but you CAN pray for

Peace,

Kimmy