Old Friends = Renewed Energies

So, the thing is, I just had a lunch meeting with a friend I haven't seen in, oh, 15 or so years. The intent was for her to give me the inside scoop on the industry she's employed in, one I'm kinda sorta considering entering in the future, too.

She was wonderfully candid, full of great advice and insight and an all-around inspiration. The only problem? Instead of coming away with a burning desire to jump into the industry head-first, I came away more committed than ever to making my writing career work.

Weird, huh?

So how did that happen? After all, said friend even told me I glowed when I talked about working outside the home (I've been at home for a few years now). She said she didn't see me as the work-at-home type, but that she thought I would thrive in an area where I could meet and be with lots of people. As she said it, it sounded great. True. Accurate. Insightful. As it sank in, it became toxic. That may sound harsh, but seriously, over the years I have grown quite fond of myself as a boss. In fact, I'm the best damn boss I ever did have.

Plus, I have this crazy-wack affinity for writing.

Writing is what makes me tick. It makes me, me. Lots of people are mothers, wives and employees, but not everyone is a writer. It makes me feel all warm and mushy when I call myself a writer. It's my "thing."

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that if I could send my friend a brick of gold for clearing my mind, I would. But then, she'd think I was some kind of dillhole for going completely against her advice, maybe. So I'll keep quiet. For now. But then again, when I write that breakout NYT Bestselling novel someday, I 'spose she'll be tipped off, no?