I search. I’m always searching for something to make my soul sing. Oh, don’t get me wrong. My soul does sing. It’s singing right now as I sit here next to my little one who threw up all over my bed this morning. She’s better now and we have a day ahead of us filled with writing words and finding the perfect color bands for the rainbow loom. She’s asking questions. Lots of questions. Her twin asked me last night if I’d ever copied a cow. I said no and I think that was the first time anyone had ever asked me if I had ever copied a cow. Then I realized he was imitating the Chick-Fil-A cow standing on the corner attempting to coax us into their restaurant. He liked the cow’s dance moves. I like my boy’s questions. The twins are searching too, searching for answers.
I never found the perfect major in college. My parents kindly reminded me that I needed to find a job when I left so I picked up a minor in Computer Applications. I worked for CompuServe as the internet was just beginning. My heart dragged me to get my Masters Degree in education so I quickly left the corporate world. I taught until I had my babies. My heart was full when I was in the classroom but the pull to stay home with my babies was stronger. For years I looked for the perfect accompaniment to staying home and watching my kids grow. I wanted something that would fulfill me and stir my creative juices.
First, I started a company called Forget Me Not Knits. We sold knit baby goods at the 17th Street Farmers’ Market. The work was hard and tedious and quickly became a chore. I taught classes in between and developed curriculum for the Children’s Museum. Next, I turned to jewelry after Justin gifted me with a jewelry making class. The work was easier, more profitable but turned tedious as well. The kids started growing and an opportunity to teach preschool fell into my lap and I got to go back into the classroom to work with smiling children and help them learn to love school.
But my heart and my soul kept reminding me to write. I never stopped pouring my ideas into my journals but I knew I was ready to take the next step. So I added author to my eclectic resume. And I hope that at 41 the reinventing is done because my soul is full. My dreams are becoming realities and the moments aren’t tedious but treasured and most days I’m happy with the Julie I’ve invented.