Wednesday, April 29, 2015

The Importance of Noise

I’ve always been a homebody.

After my first taste of working from home, some twelve years ago, I swore I’d never go back. I had arrived. I honed my skill-set of puttering around in sweatpants while cranking out high quality work without leaving the comfort of my living room. My interactions with others were at a minimum and, God Bless America, this was even before the height of video conferencing.

In the years that followed, we brought home our three kiddos. Life took on a new sort of rhythm, one revolving around nap-times, snacks, and tall stacks of library books. They were my new community, and we grew together.

This year, for the first time, they all went off to a small public school at the end of our street. Weighing what matters most for our prized treasures, we see real value in the knocking around of their little lives with the lives of others.

For the first time, my house cleared out every morning at 7:30 and didn’t rally again until 3:00.

The timing seemed perfect. After years of writing for free, for my own personal joy, my work was shifting. It would be the year I began saying, “I’m a writer,” and meaning it.

But the strangest thing happened.

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{PS - Are you going to the Women of Faith event in Columbus, OH this weekend? I'll be there! If you want to meet up for coffee, I need you to shoot me an email (shannandmartin@gmail) no later than Thursday night so I can coordinate! Would love to meet you.}