Since 2020 I\u2019ve been telling myself that I\u2019m going to be in my Me Season. I think they call \u201cseason\u201d \u201cera\u201d now, but I\u2019ma stick with season until further notice. Because the slang is slanging. I mean they switch it up so fast nowadays. Remember bomb? That was around for a good 20 years or so. It did start off as \u201cthe bomb\u201d, then somewhere along the way the \u201cthe\u201d was dropped and it just became bomb \u2013 still, it was around for a minute. Now just when I discover a new word and learn how to use it properly, they got a newer one out. I can\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I said all that to say incorporating \u201cera\u201d into my vocabulary will have to wait. I\u2019m still in my \u201cseason\u201d season, and that\u2019s that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway, as I was saying before I went off on that tangent, in 2020 I vowed to go into my Me Season, basically a time in my life that I\u2019m dedicating to putting myself first no matter what. And well, it\u2019s four years later and I don\u2019t know that that ever happened. Matter-of-fact, I do know that it didn\u2019t happen. I\u2019m getting better at it, though \u2013 especially now that I\u2019m doing this self-publishing thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When it comes to publishing my book, I seriously have to be fiercely for me while I travel this costly road of uncertainty. Still, I have to remember to put that in its proper context even, knowing it\u2019s super important, but it\u2019s not everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I went to church in person today, for the first time in 10 months, and toward the end of the service the pastor mentioned how important it is to serve. Like as much as we are called to a life full of our own hopes and dreams, we are also called to serve others. It\u2019s funny, because lately I\u2019ve been feeling that in my spirit as well, how I want to start volunteering again, but I\u2019m not sure where or for whom. What\u2019s more, it\u2019s hard to do the necessary mental adjustment of having a heart for service, while also being in my Me Season. I kinda fear that if I start actively volunteering I will slack off on my goals and dreams in an effort to help someone else. But, perhaps instead of competing, those two desires actually complement one another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So anyway, that\u2019s that. I\u2019m ready to serve. Perhaps I\u2019ll serve at church. Perhaps some other organization. I don\u2019t know. I think I\u2019m going to start by going to church every week this month. That\u2019s not service, but just discipline \u2013 doing something regularly for free: practice. I\u2019m going to shoot for the early service too. Then by the beginning of April I can decide where I want to serve. In the meantime, I\u2019ll be working on cultivating a heart for service without fear of being taken advantage of.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ah, what an epiphany. I think that\u2019s why I may be afraid to serve in my Me Season (I don\u2019t know why I\u2019m capitalizing that). It\u2019s because I\u2019m afraid of giving an inch and not putting up boundaries that will stop someone from taking a mile. Ah ha, another epiphany: maybe my Me Season will stop me from doing too much, while my service season will keep me humble\u2026We\u2019ll see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Okay, really short this week. That\u2019s all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Since 2020 I\u2019ve been telling myself that I\u2019m going to be in my Me Season. I think they call \u201cseason\u201d \u201cera\u201d now, but I\u2019ma stick with season until further notice. Because the slang is slanging. I mean they switch it…<\/p>\n