I read this in Joel Osteen’s book, “Become a Better You”
“…the wealthiest place on earth is not Fort Knox or the oil fields of the Middle East. Nor is it the gold and diamond mines in South Africa. Ironically, the wealthiest places on earth are the cemeteries, because lying in those graves are all kinds of dreams and desires that will never be fulfilled. Buried beneath the ground are books that will never be written, businesses that will never be started, and relationships that will never be formed. Sadly, the incredible power of potential is lying in those graves,”
“Kitten, what’s in the box? Are you moving in?” Kenny asked when he came home and found me sitting on his couch.
“No,” I said.
“That’s a shame,” He said picking up and setting me on his lap. “You look delicious in this suit. Is it new?”
“Yes,” I said.
“How did your appointment go?”
"Great," I said."I want to talk to you about something,”
“Have you decided to come and work for me?”
I climbed off his lap and opened the box. And there they were, the two completed manuscripts and stacks of articles that I haven’t done anything with. I handed him some of the articles. (some from this blog)
“I’ve written two books and hundreds of articles,” I said. “I used to work as a freelance writer. I stopped because I wasn’t making enough money to cover my expenses and people kept telling me to get a real job because I have real responsibilities. I got scared and got a job because of the boys.
I went back to freelance writing few months ago. And if you’re going to be with me you need to know who I am. I don’t want to be a writer, Kenny. I AM a writer. And it’s a tough business. But I don’t care. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do,”
He was reading one of the articles I handed him. I waited for him to finish.
“You wrote this?” he asked. He was smiling. “This is great!” The love that I saw in his eyes, the pride, clarity and understanding of who I am … made me cry.
“Kitten you have no idea how much sense you make to me now. The things you say. Your perspective on life. Your vision for this world. The way you express yourself. The way you feel everything. The way you live life. This restlessness about you. I've always thought of you as a creative type. This is great, baby.”
I stared at him. “Thank you,” I said.
“For being excited. For not telling me that I’m foolish and wasting my time. For believeing in me.”
“You’re foolish for wasting all this time not doing what makes you happy," he said. "I love that you have dreams. There's nothing worst than a wasted dream. You have my full support. Let me know how I can help you, and if there’s anything you want from me,”
Tears filled my eyes. I stood before him overflowing with emotions. Overflowing...
He pulled me down onto his lap again and kissed the back of my neck.
“I’ve told you…” he said between kisses, and unbuttoning my jacket. “I’m ready to have it all with you. If you want to be a starving writer, I’ll feed you and the boys. All I want is for you to be happy,”
Words failed me. I threw my arms around his neck and offered him my lips.