This past weekend I joined Facebook. After years of resisting, I talked myself into it after seeing how a dear friend stays connected with other friends, and how she networks with others in the writing community.
Well, on Friday at about 4 p.m. I joined Facebook. I hand-picked about 30 people who I know well to invite as "friends." However, I must have checked, unchecked, highlighted or clicked on something, because within 15 minutes I started getting acceptances from people I didn't invite. And people I don't know! Then I got an email from the moderator of a writing group for which I am a panelist. Apparently, I'd invited her to be my friend ... only I didn't.
Her response wasn't warm and fuzzy. It went more like this - Isn't this illegal?
She was referring to using the writer's group in that manner. Only I hadn't ... but I had. So I've been apologizing left and right. How embarrassing! On the bright side, I've got lots of new friends on Facebook!
Now to the point of my post. On my first full day as a Facebook member, I got a note from a friend who had taken a brain dominance test. She discovered she was right brained. Hmmm ... I thought ... so am I. At least I've always thought that because I'm left handed. Years ago I learned that people are dominant on the side of the brain opposite of their handedness. Since I've been left-handed since birth, I assumed I was right-brain dominant.
I thought that explained why I love music and why I like to write. Then I took a brain dominance test myself. I didn't think it was right. So I took another, then a third. They all said the same thing: I'm extremely left-brained. Which REALLY explains a lot.
I explains why I've never fit the mold of a creative person. I love to cook, but I never (I mean never) create a recipe. I'm not a creative writer. I've never been able to make up a bedtime story. I've never been drawn to art - but I can color really well within the lines. I've wondered why I'm not more creative, and why I can break down a task, but I can't see the forest for the trees. It explains one reason I've always wondered why I don't seem to fit any molds.
So the question begs to be asked: Was I uniquely created like this, or am I a "freak of nature"?
Since I personally know the Creator of the Universe, and He loves me, I choose to believe that for some reason, God uniquely created me just like I am:
A writer who never kept a journal.
A singer who can't hear the 2nd and 4th beat to start people clapping.
A really good home cook who can't make dinner without a recipe.
A Christian writer and speaker who has had to conquer every fear about following God.
A professional who loves new technology, but can't figure out what she can't see.
The message God has given me this weekend is I don't have to be like other people. And when other writers say that ALL writers MUST write or they feel like they will die - I'm still called to write. And even though I have trouble keeping a beat - I'm still called to sing. And even though I'll never be a Food Network star, I'm still called to make great dinners for my family. And God will hold my hand when I'm afraid. So that's okay too.
I just don't know how I'm going to figure out technology. Maybe that's why God gave me teenagers.
So, I fit no mold, but that's okay. God must have had something in mind when He created me. I guess my job is to trust that He knew what He was doing and follow Him with all my heart. Even though I might look kind of freaky to others. :-)
In His Great Love,