A while ago my hubs volunteered me to edit a manuscript written by our 80 year old, dear friend, Caroline.
I now understand editors earn every cent they charge!
Several times while reading her book I wanted to quit.
I wanted to drop it off on her doorstep, ring the door bell and run.
I know that sounds cruel. I'm being honest here!
It was slow going and I was very frustrated. It wasn't some thing I wanted to do with my free time.
I now realize why my hubs thought I would be perfect for the job. He knew I'd stick with it. He knew I'd be brave enough to explain how much work still needed to be done.
Last week her son called to inquire how the editing was going. I told him my honest opinion, "I'm almost finished but the book needs a lot of work!"
He asked for details and later got very defensive. I would be defensive too, if someone was criticizing my aging mother's book!
It wasn't easy to tell him, but I felt he needed to know. I didn't want his mother to be disappointed when she saw the damage done by my read pen!
I finished editing the book a couple hours ago. I finally feel good about the experience. I did my best. I kept my word. My job is finished.
So why didn't I quit?
Why didn't I drop it off and run? One word..commitment.
I gave Caroline and my hubs my word, I said I would do the editing and I did.
I'm finished now and I'm left with a happy heart.
Another reason? I care.
I have compassion for older adults. I put myself in Caroline's shoes and asked, "Who will help me when I'm 80 years old? Will anyone care what I think or write?" I don't have the answer to that but…
I hope some will care enough to help me when I'm old…even if I need a lot of work!
Is there a commitment you've had a hard time keeping lately?
What kept you going?
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