Unhappiness, Obsession, and Strength

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I feel like I constantly have to relearn the lesson that trying hard to make myself happy makes me extremely unhappy. I have always been an ambitious, goal-oriented type of person—not the type who likes to wait around. Basically, I like to make things happen. I like checking them off my checklist or deleting them from my calendar. There are many things I desire from life, and although I have been trying to do a better job of not being so selfish with my time, I’ve realized that I need to go a step further. I need to transform my mind. I hope to do so by reducing the amount of mental energy I spend obsessing over getting everything I want from life.

I truly believe that I need to wage a war on my mind. While having a thought in itself isn’t necessary sinful, I believe obsessing can be. And while none of my desires in of themselves are bad (i.e. getting my book published), putting too much hope in the happiness I will get from obtaining them is. It makes me self-centered and anxious, both of which make it impossible to pursue God and His righteousness single-mindedly. And that is what I truly desire more than anything; the only problem is that my lesser desires get in the way of this.

I don’t know about you guys, but I really want to be strong. Not physically strong but virtuously strong. I want godly virtues to be so prominent in my mind that whenever I encounter a stressor—i.e. sleep-deprivation, worry, or loneliness—I automatically react to the stressor in a virtuous manner. Virtue won’t have to be yanked out of me but rather will arise naturally from within. I wholeheartedly believe that anchoring too much of one’s happiness to something of this world counteracts this aptitude. You can’t be strong when the thing that’s grounding you is anything other than God because only God is everlasting.

Unless you cultivate a mind focused on the pursuit of virtue, your actions won’t be virtuous. You cannot expect to think one way and act a different way. You can’t focus on ungodly things and expect your actions to be godly. That’s just not how it works. So, my friends, let’s join together in focusing on the good.


Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8

 

Pride and Prejudice, the Enneagram, and Sad Stuff

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Some people would call me a hopeless romantic, but I dislike that term. By definition, a romantic is full of hope and, therefore, I think “hopeless romantic” is an oxymoron.

At any rate, I love romance.

I’ll never forget the time I fell in love with Pride and Prejudice (circa 2005). I think that kicked off my love of romance. I was 14. I remember beginning the 4 hour BBC version with my grandma and sister one night. We watched the first half, and I was enthralled. I loved the costumes, the archaic language, and, of course, the romance. I remember waking up the next day, feeling like I was exploring a new world, excited to finish the movie.

Soon after, we watched the 2005 version. I am not the kind of person who often re-watches movies, but I watched that movie over and over again. I was SO obsessed. I remember regularly checking the movie’s message board on IMDB to see what people were talking about. The world of Jane Austen became an escape for me—a preferable reality. I remember walking the halls of my high school dressed in this white, lacy, shirt with a blue ribbon that looked like it could’ve been the bodice of a Regency-era dress, imagining the people I saw in the hall dressed in Regency attire. I would carry a Jane Austen book (I think I was reading Emma at the time) in my arms—as a source of comfort as well as pride—rather than in my backpack even though there was plenty of room inside. (Side note: The 2005 version of P&P is, in my opinion, one of the funniest movies ever. It makes me laugh SO much.)

I recently took the Enneagram personality quiz and, of course, I tested as a four, which is called “the romantic,” “the intense creative,” or “the individualist.” The four described me very well. Let me list the hallmarks of a four that I felt I could especially relate to:

-being deeply appreciative of beauty, art, and nature

-having a strong imagination, given to daydreaming

-finding purpose in creativity, needing to express myself in an artistic way

-being emotional/feeling things deeply

-wanting to dress in an artistic, idiosyncratic way

-being sensitive

-possessing a strong sense of empathy for others in their pain

-enjoys listening to music as a way to intensify emotions

-wanting to be unique/quirky AKA a special snowflake

-being attracted to sad stories, movies, and songs

-feeling misunderstood

-having envy as a flaw

So, now you can understand why I was obsessed with Pride and Prejudice to the point of daydreaming about it. It’s funny, but I feel like my greatest strengths are also my greatest flaws. I love that I feel things deeply—that I have intense longings for beauty/art/nature—that I am creative. But I feel like that part of me can also become my greatest flaw. I can make decisions based on emotions rather than facts. I can get lost in ideals, daydreams, and romantic fantasies rather than focus on real life. So, I am learning to find a balance. Recently, I have begun learning how to better deal with my emotions and not feel controlled by them. I am working to become a four that is sensitive and empathetic yet strong.

I’d like to touch briefly on being attracted to sad things. One of my favorite books is The Fault In Our Stars, mainly because I balled through the last 100 pages. Several weeks ago, I was trying to explain to a couple of people how I LOVE the feeling of crying through a sad book or movie, but I struggled to explain it. Here is my best explanation:

I think the best art is the art that moves you. That gets you thinking about the big things in life. About life and death. About what really matters. That’s what sad stories do to me. They help me see beyond the superficial and view life as the epic, horrible, yet beautiful adventure that it is.

Also, as a disclaimer, I want to say that I promise I’m not a huge sap haha. I don’t like stories that are sappy or cheesy. I like to think that I use discretion when it comes to the types of things that move me haha. As a matter of fact, I don’t like all romance. In my next blog, I will talk about romance in a more traditional sense and hope to better explain what I like and dislike about the genre and how that has shaped my writing.

The Person I Want to Be

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For the past few months, I’ve been feeling kind of down. A couple of days ago, I shifted my perspective and have been feeling a lot better.

Basically, I realized I’ve been fixating more on what I want from life than on who I want to be. When you live from a place of want that starts to feel like a place of need, you can’t be happy or whole.

I’m not saying that you shouldn’t pursue good things in life. You just need to hold them with a loose hand.

This is one of my favorite verses:

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Matthew 5:6

When you desire God and His righteousness above all else, you will finally find contentment. The best thing about the joy that comes from pursuing God’s righteousness is that it is available at all times and can never be taken away from you. To get myself excited about pursuing virtue wholeheartedly, I wanted to spend some time daydreaming about the person I want to be. So, here goes.


I want to be the kind of person who…

  • Is friendly even when it feels uncomfortable/awkward
  • Puts people over tasks/ambitions
  • Doesn’t need a romantic relationship to feel complete
  • Is easily pleased with the little things in life *cue major geeking out*
  • Is willing to do the right thing even when it’s the hard thing
  • Puts more energy into loving others than trying to be loved by others
  • Trusts God in my suffering (Aren’t the most beautiful women those who rest in God?)
  • Stands on truth instead of my emotions
  • Serves others without needing recognition for it
  • Values righteousness over my reputation
  • Is happy for other people instead of jealous of them
  • Has a “no-other-option” mentality about obeying God
  • Impacts God’s kingdom for good in a big way
  • Dies to myself every day
  • Has a joy so strong that it strengthens others
  • Lives a RADICAL life
  • Loves God more than anyone and anything

 

In the cold light, I live to love and adore you

It’s all that I am, it’s all that I have   -There Will Be Time, Mumford & Sons

Yeah, So, Some Crazy Things Happened Recently

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A week before I was headed for the writing conference, I started doubting myself. My thought trail went like this:

  1. Is my writing good?
  2. Am I ready for this conference?
  3. My writing is really bad.
  4. Definitely not ready.
  5. I NEED TO CANCEL MY REGISTRATION FOR THE CONFERENCE!
  6. There’s no way I’m going to get all my money back if I cancel the week before, so I might as well just go and see what God does.

Let me tell you, friends, this conference was worth every penny.

The first day, I woke up early and registered for an appointment to pitch to my preferred agent. I wanted to work with him so badly that I went to this conference just so that I could meet him. I had spent the past 5-6 weeks reading everything I could on him and watching all his videos so that I would know exactly how to pitch my books to him. My plan was to pitch a Christian young adult contemporary romance novel and a Christian dystopian novel for adults.

After meeting another conferee who encouraged me in my writing journey, I walked in to my first class and, determined to be positive, gave everyone a huge smile. I recognized a woman in the front row as one of the former submissions readers for the agent I wanted to pitch.

I ran into her later in the day and told her that I thought her online videos were super fun. She introduced herself to me and said that before the conference started she was praying to God for Him to reveal someone to her that she needed to encourage. She knew when she saw me that I was that person.

It meant a lot to me because I still felt nervous and overwhelmed about the conference. The woman was super helpful when I told her that I had an appointment to pitch with the agent she used to work with and helped me refine my pitch for him. I felt it was obvious, then, that it was meant to be that I would get a contract from him eventually since God wanted her to encourage me.

HAHA– I was wrong.

I went to the pitch session, and he told me that I was a good writer, but that my manuscripts were caught between markets, so neither would sell. Basically, what he meant was that my books had a mix of elements geared for both the Christian and general markets, so it wouldn’t work for either. I had to pick one.

I was thus rejected and consequently crushed. Those of you who know me well know that I’m an emotional person (INFJ). It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel things deeply, but that night it was a curse.

I felt stupid for the mistake I made in my manuscripts. When I went to the worship portion of the night, I began crying. In the flight portion of the fight-or-flight mode, I walked out of the auditorium. I just couldn’t be there any longer.

I know I overreacted, but it is heartbreaking when you have spent MANY, MANY hours working on your manuscript only to be told that your story idea won’t sell. Plus, writing is incredibly personal, so you feel almost like someone rejected your innermost self.

After that, I went to meet one of my friends from college who lives nearby, and it felt good to get everything off my chest. Shout out to Dave for listening to me, encouraging me, and being a high-caliber human being. When I got back to the dorm, a few women told me they had seen me crying and encouraged me to persevere in my writing. It meant a lot to me.

However, the next morning I woke up feeling downtrodden. I didn’t want to go to any of the sessions. I had scheduled an appointment with an editor that the agent I spoke to the day before recommended I talk to, but I wasn’t hopeful much would come of it. She is an editor mostly for speculative fiction so I wanted to see if she could give me direction on my dystopian novel.

I told her the premise, and she agreed with the agent that it had elements suited for both the Christian and general markets and therefore couldn’t work for either. She asked if she could read the first few pages, so I gave it to her. I was ready for her to start criticizing it, but then the best thing happened.

She started laughing. And she kept laughing again and again as she continued reading. It was a HUGE confidence booster for me. My novel has elements of comedy/satire, and it meant a lot to me that she got my sense of humor. She told me that she thought my writing was funny and the main character quirky.

I’ve had people in my life think my sense of humor too offbeat and/or not understand it, but this editor got me. She not only appreciated my humor but also understood the message I was trying to convey. She helped me brainstorm how I could rework it for the general market, and then she gave me her contact information and told me that she’d love to see it once I reworked it.

I was super encouraged. An editor said she’d love to see my story!

In the last session of the night, the director of the conference announced that there were a few manuscript critiques waiting to be picked up in the hallway. (A few weeks prior to the conference, we had the option to send in the first chapter of a manuscript for a faculty member to critique, so I sent in my young adult contemporary romance.) For some reason, I thought I was going to get my critique sent to my email. So, I hadn’t picked mine up yet. I went over to the table and saw it there. When I picked it up, my first thought was “It’s probably not going to be a good critique.” I flipped to the critique page and looked for the name of the faculty member who had critiqued it. It was the editor I had talked to earlier that day who was interested in my other book. Even better, she left me a great critique. At the bottom of the critique, she wrote that she would like to see my book proposal and full manuscript.

I was in shock!!!! For those of you who are wondering, let me explain why she liked it more than the other agent. The elements that he didn’t like were added in after I sent in my critique. So, she read a different version than he did. Also, if you’re curious what those elements were– I wanted to have my main character post a provocative photo online (something a lot of teenage girls seem to do these days.) However, the agent told me that including that in my story–though it wasn’t graphic–it was only mentioned– is too “edgy” for the Christian market. Anyway, I have since decided to rework  my story a lot, which includes cutting those edgy elements but also writing it for the general market.

So, I was beyond thrilled with my critique. Usually the best a writer can hope will come from a writers’ conference is to have an agent/editor ask for the proposal and the first three chapters, but she wanted my whole manuscript.

I plan to send it in by the end of the year. I will be looking for people to read/edit it in hopefully 2-3 months. If you are interested in helping, please let me know.  Also, just because she wants my full manuscript doesn’t mean I will be published. It means she is seriously interested in my book, but her publications team could still reject it. So, pressure on!

More importantly, I learned a huge lesson in all of this– GOD WANTS ME TO TRUST HIM. HE WANTS ME NOT TO BE AFRAID.

I should’ve trusted God the first day I was there when I had a woman tell me that she felt God laid it on her heart to tell me to be encouraged.

I should’ve trusted Him because I know He is faithful.

But I didn’t. I wasn’t happy in the waiting.

When I found out the next day that an editor was interested in my writing, I rejoiced. Then, I was happy in God. I was happy that He did something good for me.

I hope to learn more to trust Him in the journey. Any helpful thoughts on doing this, let me know.

Thank you to everyone who texted me and prayed for me before I went to the conference. It meant a lot to me.