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The talk I gave went well, beyond what I could have imagined. More about that, later. I'm still writing about it in another draft.
Saturday was wonderful, sensational and thrilling. It was a day of challenge, which I am always up for. Speaking regularly before others is something I've done since fourteen.
Public speaking is fun. It allows me to wed different parts of me. I love studying. Talking before others allows me to share my research and what I am passionate about: principles that encourage, help and heal others, ideas that allow me to tend to and
invigorate roses browned by the stresses of life.
Communicating before others is a form of drama. This most recent experience was no different. The whole time I'm before an audience,
it communicates with me. And so it was. I only needed eyes and a heart that truly look and listen.
After speaking, I was besieged. People lined up, their hurts, tears, pain, and joy they brought when we visited. For a half hour, I got acquainted with those whose smiling faces I saw when I was on the platform. Others stood by, trying to glean from the mini conversations I had with each person. It looks like I have several new clients.
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This is who I really am: a speaker. Being the innkeeper to this inn is the challenge. My strength is not writing prose. Give me a subject and I can write
outlines in my sleep. I'm sure you can tell. Outlines allow me to move from thought-to-thought. I fill in the gaps when I speak.
It's an entirely different style conveying thoughts, word-by-word, sentence upon sentence. It requires a different discipline. Writing---as I do here---reins in my racing thoughts, It slows them down. Writing is labor. When I speak, my thoughts gallop away, enjoying the beautiful country roads of invigorating principles at a breath taking pace.
However, the permanence of the written word propels me to plug away and post. And post. And post, one word at a time. I've been under the regimen of writing, daily, for two or more hours, for the past two years and nine months. This is the result of tending to this inn, and when it was located at two previous addresses.
Being a dutiful innkeeper provides blessings never imagined. I'm growing in an area where I was weak. Thoughts are recorded that otherwise would flit by if they were only spoken. Best of all, I've met new friends---you who cheer the innkeeper with your comments and visits.
Success depends not in how well we do the things we enjoy, but in how conscientiously we perform those duties that we don't.
John Maxwell,
Developing the Leader Within You
I am humbled and thankful for having an amazingly fulfilling profession. I help people. Doing so, I love. It's not my job, it's my joy and privilege. It requires much effort, work that goes beyond my time with those I counsel or teach. The great thing is that I love every aspect of my career and every second of what I do.
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In addition to giving a talk, Saturday I rode bikes with my youngest son, Josiah. Afterwards, he and I gathered with friends and my other sons, for an early celebration of my birthday. The big day is today.
This is the day I emerged into the world in human form. I celebrate my life and all that is within it, including knowing a loving, gracious, patient, God. I love my family and friends. They are incarnational ambassadors of God's love for me. I deeply enjoy my work, music, nature, books and the night.
I have stars to explore, clouds to ride, mountains to climb and books to publish. Thank you for joining me in this journey. Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for dropping by the Attitude of Gratitude Inn.
A happy innkeeper
P.S. I'll also let you know something personal about me, too. Let me just say: "a woman." Is that intriguing? Did I get your attention?