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| Not my son, but an accurate representation of his gloominess! |
I felt so sorry for him.
My youngest son was surveying the scene on his first morning of day camp—and he was not impressed. Kids were running around playing with hula hoops, bouncy balls, Legos, Crayons, and board games. It was a kids’ paradise in there, but the mutinous expression on his face refused to budge.
He’d been okay an hour earlier. He was excited about this new opportunity, until we dropped his older brother off at a different day camp. One for kids a bit older. One with cheering counselors, multiple inflatables, and a climbing tower.
From the minute we climbed out of the van, my little guy was in full revolt. He dragged his feet, he pouted, he glared at everyone we encountered. He wanted to go home and not go to his camp at all.
As I stood at the back of the room and watched him try to come to terms with his reality, my heart broke. There was so much awesomeness in front of him, but he couldn’t see it because He Wanted to be Somewhere Else.
Maybe you can relate?
Your blog is getting great attention, but you don’t want to be a blogger. You want to be a speaker.
- An editor is interested in your devotional, but no one will take an interest in your historical.
- You’ve found success with freelance work, but now you don’t have time for your epic fantasy.
- Your poetry has won awards, but no one will look at the Bible study you’ve poured your heart into.
- Or maybe you’ve been published with a small press, but you yearn to be affiliated with one of the big houses.
You Want to be Somewhere Else.
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