The Wicks

Candlehand, a photo by .Bradi. on Flickr.

I got a job on New Year's Day.

Manesseh and Carlos came over for a New Year's weekend getaway and we tripped right onto the topic of music. I could go into details, but the short of it is, I got a woopin' from my friends for not using my voice and writing to full capacity.

"Today is the day, Pauline! From now on, you treat this as your job! You get up in the morning and you write, you sing, you record your melodies. You do whatever it takes to make this happen!"

May sound strange, but I said, "Okay," and it's what I've been doing since, and it's what I plan on doing for a long time.

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The past 3 years have been fairly dismal in regards to career. When you get laid off from a marketing firm, it's one thing. When you then get laid off from Curves...it's another. One must pause and consider, "What is it exactly that I am supposed to do with my life?"

I started asking the Lord this question for months afterward. Clean my house, pray and ask. Have a yard sale, pray and ask. Volunteer, pray and ask. Serve house guests, pray and ask. I was weary of pouring my passion into things that didn't last. I told The Lord I wasn't going to commit to another job until I knew it was one He wanted me to pursue. And He was gonna have to make it drop-it-on-my-head obvious.

New Years came, and He dropped it on my head.

I got a job. It's called, "The Wicks."