wings to fly.

Photo cred: Emily Gardner.
Photo cred: Emily Gardner.

For years, I worked in the education world, teaching high school students the intricacies of Shakespeare and Poe, guiding them towards perfecting the written art of the five-paragraph essay.  I moonlighted as a conference and retreat speaker on the weekends and during the summer; it was only then, in crafting the words the Spirit had me to say, that I wrote.

I was too exhausted otherwise.  Overwhelmed by my students’ words, I couldn’t bear create my own stories.

But then the question came, as it always does: “Cara, if you could do anything with your time – if money weren’t an issue, what would you do?”

While I dreamed my own northern Californian version of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, I knew the heart of the question centered on vocation.  Not working wasn’t an option, but following my heart was an option.

“Well,” I’d answer to the inquiring friend, “I’d write and speak full-time.”

Truthfully, my answer came with its own hidden set of questions, in which a caged fear of the unknown kept me from fully jumping in, from finally flying: What if no one hires me? What if this crazy dream is just what it sounds like – my own crazy dream?  What if I don’t have an organization from which to stake claim?  What if, what if …I’m wrong?

But then it happened.

Twelve years, two career fields, and one baby in the baby carriage later, I finally stepped into pursuing the dream.  I started following my heart.

I’m writing over at Emily Gardner’s blog today, answering the question of why and how I write, as a mama in particular.  Click here to read the post in its entirety.  Cheers!  

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