Welcome to my little piece of Real(ity)Estate on the web!
So what you should you know about me?
There are the usual stats and facts:
I am happily married and head-over-heels in love with my husband. He really is – cliche not withstanding – my best friend, and I’m so glad to be doing this crazy life with him. We have been together for ten years, and have blended a family that contains three grown daughters; two mine, one his. I adore those daughters like mad. The blending is harder and sweeter and more challenging and more rewarding than I could have imagined. We are now empty-nesters, which is both weird and wonderful.
I’ve worked at insurance and real estate agencies, mortgage companies, law offices, and as a day-care teacher. As a single mother I worked several at a time – including a hardware store paint-slinger and as a part-time hotel maid. All were character building. But I’ve been a writer – legit or not – since I could hold a crayon.
I am imperfect all the way. As a writer, I use the dreaded “three dots”…too often and cannot bear to part with the text-forbidden smiley faces and sometimes use run-on sentences because I think they convey stream-of-consciousness better and yes, I know all of these are against the Strunk and White’s “The Elements of Style” guidelines. I have written for a small local paper,and although I couldn’t make a living at it, it was the best job I ever had. Also, I have a terrible “wordiness” problem, but I’m working on it. Sort-of. I write for the selfish reason that it helps me productively process the pain and pleasure in life when I pour words onto a page. And for the selfless reason that I cannot help anyone else find the “Bread of Life” if I don’t show them where I found it.
Because, all of these things I tell you about me, are true, but none define me. I am a Christian and a beggar. That is my most accurate self-description.
In 2001, I came to the end of myself and all of my delusions of put-together-ness, which is to say – I got sober. If you know me even casually, you know I am an alcoholic. I haven’t had a drink in that long, but I am still – forever – in recovery, something that keeps me humble and coming back for more of what got me clean in the first place. Every single day.
I keep it “out there” because there is somebody, somewhere who is hiding bottles and drinking that “two” beers just to stop the shaking and who is so, so, ashamed. I know shame. Or maybe he/she is addicted to drugs, or porn, or the approval of others – it’s all the same to your soul – or cannot seem to find a reason to wake up in the morning. I can’t tell you how to fix it, but I can tell you who can. I can tell you that I 100% expected to die during that hard time, and sometimes would have considered it a relief. I still have bad days (that “One Day at a Time” thing…) but I have the clarity to enjoy the GOOD ones, of which there are many. Faith and humor are key. Oh, and boundaries, on occassion.
One Day at a time, by the Grace of God.
Even if I might have bad days, or whine a little. You know, just to keep it real!
One beggar showing another beggar where she found food. When I couldn’t love myself enough to lift myself up, I crawled back to Jesus, and He said “You look hungry… come to the table!” Redemption is the best feast ever.
– Jana Greene
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