The further I get in life, I realize there’s nothing like timing. It means everything.
My mom and I had a conversation the other day about my previous blog. I shared with her how I felt about pursuing makeup. She was there for me in one way or another throughout my whole experience. Her response got my wheels spinning again. She said, “What if it was just the wrong timing? Could it be possible you let frustration bury your passion?”
Hmmm. She might be on to something.
I began thinking about how I feel every time I pull out a brush and begin applying colorful shadows to my eyes, sweeping peachy hues across the apples of my cheeks, bronzing the bridge of my nose, blinking my lashes against the blackest of black. I thoroughly enjoy it and find myself submerged in taking a blank canvas and filling it with color.
I had never lost my passion for doing makeup. Instead, I allowed my frustration from few clientele and rejection from beauty counters to disillusion what I believed in. Now that I have come to this revelation, I’m willing to give this career another chance. As my mom reminded me, “It might not have been the right time to pursue it.”
Which brings me to all things in life. I’m learning this every single day. My writing career. Relationships. Where I live. Finances. Everything I experience. Things do work out in their appointed time.
Spiritual jewel: “To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NKJV)
This is Jewells signing out…