I am honored to be featured as a guest blogger by Circling the Story today; October’s theme is harvest. I’ve put the beginning of the post below but please visit Circling the Story for the rest. As always, thank you for reading and sharing your wise thoughts with me, as well as a laugh or two. Wishing you all an abundant harvest of only good things this month.
Harvest is a rich word. A bountiful word.
You can’t think harvest without thinking of a golden-hued something in abundance, a gorgeous fall day, a bountiful basket. I love these images. Love the idea of reaping what I have sown.
If I am completely honest, I struggle with accepting the abundance. I think it comes down to deservedness.
When young, anything less than A+ work elicited a frown from my mother. I had not worked hard enough, obviously. Mom never seemed to think that it might be a subjective error on the teacher’s part. It all came down to me. She always believed I had gotten the grade I deserved.
Sometimes I did.
Sometimes I didn’t.
But her unwillingness to give me the benefit of the doubt haunted me for years. That critical voice was the one that kept me from going after the fruits of my labor and truly enjoying them.
Who are you, the voice would say, to be featured in a national magazine for your writing? To be the senior vice president at work? To be loved by such a handsome, kind man?
I used to hear it, despite trying to cover my ears and plunge ahead. In the end, I’d be in the corner, tail between my legs. I mean—who was I, anyway? Just little ‘ole me. The voice felt right, even if awful.
And then, God had enough of me playing small . . .
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