Today is my daughter’s sixth birthday.
It’s so much fun watching her go up to perfect strangers and announce her big news. They pacify her, telling her happy birthday; some sincerely, some not so much.
It’s the same way when I tell people I’m writing. Each time I say the words I cringe, wondering if I said too much.
But I said it, it’s out there, and I sit back and wait for the responses. Some people are genuinely happy. Others look at me incredulously like Who do you think you are, writing a book? Others just try to pacify me.
It’s especially hard, because I’ve thought all of those things myself. Who do I think I am? Then I try to pacify myself, and if it’s a good day I’ll end up just feeling content in what I’m doing.
Because it’s not about them, or me; it’s about doing what God created you to do.