Wisdom Wednesdays are usually quotes from others that I’ve found inspiring through the years. However, I just came across some writings of mine written in 1997 and in 1995 that I wanted to share. This is the second of those, written in 1997:
Sam’s my roommate. Sort of. She lives in the apartment I built in my downstairs because I was coming close to not being able to make my house payments. I’m an outside salesperson and my sales were way down. I hadn’t lived with anybody for years, so the thought of sharing my space scared me. The apartment seemed like a good compromise, although I had some reservations even about that. But I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath, and started building because I had to.
Sam answered my ad on the second week it ran. She moved in in May.
I don’t remember when we got to know each other. She had been a bookkeeper but she’d left the business world because of all the reasons many of us dislike it. She is taking jobs now, trying to find what she really wants to do. As a result, she never has much money but somehow she always lives well. She knows how to budget, how to prioritize. And she has a great eye for painting.
I’m a painter, but I hadn’t painted in 26 years. Coinciding with Sam’s arrival, I’ve started again. It’s magic. It’s like Sam coming to live here: an example of courage in her willingness to face the unknown and to be afraid.
So I’m leaving sales. And I don’t know how I’ll make the house payment come September. But I have four commissions to paint and a heart full of faith and desire for the first time in as long as I can remember and a roommate who’s paved the way out of corporate America and into my art, into my soul.