Beauty on the Backroads

Stories of grace for life's unexpected turns

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Investors, cheerleaders and what makes the dream work

I don’t know who coined the phrase, “Team work makes the dream work,” but that person was totally on to something. I saw it play out in real life.

A few weeks ago, I told you about the chance to pursue my dream. Or at least take a step in the pursuit of my dream. Last week, I went to the writing conference in Nashville, nervous, excited, scared, insecure, hopeful. I had no solid idea of what I was walking into.

All I knew was that I didn’t walk alone. And yes, I mean that I know God was with me because His Spirit is everywhere, but I also mean that I had a team–some members near, some far–cheering me on. One friend sent a text: “Come home with a book deal!” I laughed because that was so far beyond the dream, but I loved her enthusiasm and belief in me. Another friend texted a lengthy prayer of encouragement about what she saw in me as a writer. I almost cried. Another friend let me know when she was praying for my appointments, and I knew that she was joining me in Spirit in those meetings.

These were my cheerleaders, encouragers, supporters. They did their work from another state but their work lifted me with every new step.

Mathias Jensen via Unsplash

Mathias Jensen via Unsplash

Then there were the other conference attendees, the ones I either only knew from Facebook or had never met in my life. Would you believe me if I told you that there was nothing but support and love for each other as writers? No feelings of envy or competition, just a spurring one another on? It was refreshing and humbling.

One of the opportunities this conference afforded me was to meet with agents and/or editors to talk about my writing. I requested two agent appointments and got them. Then, I freaked out because the story I consider “finished” is anything but and I thought maybe I should cancel because I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. More than once, an author I barely knew asked, “Are you pitching?” (i.e. presenting your story idea to an agent or editor).

“Uh, maybe. I’m not sure,” I replied.

“You should go for it.”

And again, “Give it a shot.”

“Don’t be nervous.”

I decided to go for it, and I had this great plan to visit the prayer room before my appointment so I could calm myself and gain some perspective. Then, the main session ran late after lunch, and I really had to pee and there was no way I had time to go to the bathroom and visit the prayer room, so you can guess which need triumphed. As I was standing in line for the bathroom (because there’s always a line at the women’s rest room), I must have mentioned my upcoming appointment, and I kid you not, two complete strangers (who are now friends) stopped and prayed for me. In the line to the bathroom!

I couldn’t believe it. They knew nothing about me except that I was a fellow writer and Christian and I was nervous about the appointment. I’ve told the story many times, and I still can’t believe it.

And then there was my friend Beth, who gets a special mention because she was not attending the writing conference but she decided to spend the money and travel with me to Nashville. When she first mentioned the idea, I wasn’t sure she was serious. Who would do that?

But she did. We traveled together, laughed together, explored together, and at the end of each day, she was there for me to download to. If not for her, I would have cried more and I certainly wouldn’t have fallen in love with Nashville because I never would have left the hotel.

This dream of mine was made possible by a whole lot of people: my husband, who practically pushed the computer key when I hesitated to register; my family, who took care of the kids their first week of school so I could do this for me; my church family, who picked up responsibilities I was absent for; and probably more that I’m forgetting.

It is so humbling for people to believe in my dream because I don’t always feel like I believe in it.

I’m so inspired by people who go for their dreams. It’s what I love about Kickstarter (and similar) campaigns. You put your dream out there and you ask people to invest and spread the word. This one particular campaign that ends in a few hours is a BIG dream monetarily with worldwide potential impact. I love the opportunity to be a co-founder of this dream, and I want to find ways to be a co-founder, an investor, in other people’s dreams.

Dreams need investors because all dreams cost something.

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And all dreams need cheerleaders because the journey from dream to reality is long and winding and full of obstacles. Dreamers will doubt their dreams–and themselves–so they need people to rally around them and urge them to continue working toward their dreams. At the writing conference they talked a lot about the 20-year-overnight-success of being a writer–how the authors some of us look to for inspiration didn’t get that way overnight. They put 20 years of hard work into their writing to get where they are today.

I am thankful beyond words for the investors and cheerleaders for my dreams. And if you want to be one or the other for me, stay tuned for some specific ways you can help.

Because I’m going after my dream of writing and publishing fiction. And I’m going to need your help.

What dreams are you pursuing? How have you seen people invest in or encourage your dreams? 

100 minutes in the air & those who journey with you

One of my favorite parts of flying is the people.

For an introvert who often prefers her house and solitude, this might seem out of character. I should be clear: I like people. Just not a lot of them all at one time. Being a writer allows me to be a casual and, I hope, an unnoticed observer of people, who are generally fascinating. As long as I don’t have to make conversation, being surrounded by people is mostly entertaining.

The moment I set foot at the airport, I’m on the lookout for those who will be traveling with me. Will it be the woman at the curb who is also crying after her husband pulls away or the family ahead of me in the security line who let me ahead of them while the other members of the family check in?

At the airport, almost everyone is going somewhere. Or coming back from somewhere. And my writer’s mind concocts a hundred stories or more. It’s almost overwhelming. I had trouble falling asleep my first night back in Illinois because my mind was full of people and conversations and faces and possible stories.

Brennan Barrows via Unsplash

Brennan Barrows via Unsplash

There was the Jewish family I noticed in the waiting area at the gate. I knew they were Jewish because of the way they were dressed and their focus on finding kosher food. The older girl was excited to be flying for the first time in what seemed like a while. She was hoping for a window seat so she could see the houses get smaller. And to pass the time, she was asking questions that all began with, “Can you imagine …?” She wondered what it was like to be a flight attendant.

When we boarded the plane, they ended up sitting behind me, and her excitement was contagious and obvious. I, too, am a bit giddy about flying. I love the anticipation of the takeoff as the engines fire up. I love the feeling of power as the plane surges forward and we lift into the air. I hope I never get over the marvel of flight.

But mine is a quiet wonder. This girl could not contain her excitement.

“Flying is so amazing!” she exclaimed. And I could not help but think of my own children whom I hadn’t seen in almost 10 days and how they are going to experience their second flight in just a few short days. I hope they feel free to express their joy.

It helped that we saw a rainbow as we took off. I even mentioned it to the guys sitting in my row. I prefer to fade into the background on a flight and keep my nose in a book, but I didn’t want them to miss the beauty.

Ours was a low-key flight, little to no drama. Not like the last time I flew. No one was extra-memorable, and that’s okay.

Still, when you share a space with strangers, even it’s only for 100 minutes at 40,000 feet, they do make an impression. Even if it’s faint. Their faces are recognizable in a crowded airport, and because we were on a plane to the same destination, I can’t help but feel a connection. For a brief period of life, you and a plane full of strangers share a trajectory, though the paths before and after differ.

It’s not all that different in the rest of life, is it?

I think of all the people I’ve shared space with. Maybe not at 40,000 feet but maybe for a semester at college or a year at a job. And maybe not as impersonally as strangers in a plane but as roommates or classmates or colleagues.

When I really give it thought, I can count hundreds of people who have left some kind of impression on me, and they are scattered all over the world. We have shared experiences and some have been more memorable than others. There are those who have merely traveled the same trajectory and those with whom I’ve developed deeper relationships.

There are those who inspire me to look at the world with wonder, like the Jewish girl who wanted a window seat, and those who have helped me see beauty, like I hope I did with my seat mates and the rainbow.

It’s so easy to just go about our business and blend in and keep our heads down and not be noticed. Much harder to engage the people in the space around us, whether it’s in a house or at a job or in a grocery store. I’m definitely guilty of tunnel vision, with my eyes on the destination, no looking to the left or the right.

But the truth is we need each other, even when we don’t think we do. My seat mate on the plane took my beverage from the flight attendant and handed it to me. All I’d said to him before that moment was, “Look, a rainbow.” I probably could have reached the drink myself, but he did a kind thing.

I could have kept the rainbow to myself, but not everyone has a window seat to beauty, so I shared what I saw. It’s the same in life. Some of us are stuck in an aisle seat, with necks craned to catch a glimpse of what’s outside.

Sofia Sforza via Unsplash

Sofia Sforza via Unsplash

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We’re all traveling somewhere. Maybe it’s not a literal journey. Maybe we’re not even sure where we’re headed. But if we take the time to look around, I think we’ll find our fellow travelers. And if we’re not sure of the way, we can lean on each other for guidance. We can share our stories of journeys past and commiserate when things don’t go according to plan.

We can take comfort in knowing there are others on the same trajectory. Others coming from the same place and headed in the same direction.

We might be together for as little as 100 minutes or as long as 50 years.

Sometimes all that matters is we’re not alone on the journey.