To Buy or Swap!

To Buy or Swap!

Well that was the easy part, my poem was written. Regularly over the course of many nights, I would get up write a line or two and then go back to bed. It was a welcome change to laying in bed with the whole saga going round and round, at least this way I was doing something productive, even if did sound kind of crazy.

OK so the poem is written, now what? Gosh it didn't even have a title and how on earth was it going to help? It was obviously the first sign of madness creeping in, although each time I read the poem to myself I got goosebumps. It was quite touching even if I do say so myself. I still didn't know what to do with it. Maybe I could sell copies of it to others, possibly turn it into a poster and sell the posters, or better still one of those affirmation cards that people buy, however I would need to pretty it up, get some graphics or artwork done. This gave me a whole other set of problems and practical issues. Who could help me?

Needless to say, my family at this stage did perhaps think I was a little nuts. One of them however got my creative juices flowing by mentioning the internet and how you could reach many people through this medium. It triggered a distant memory of a story of someone who swapped a red paperclip with people around the world and finally received a house. That was it! All I had to do was trade my poem on the internet, trade or sell it enough times to get rewarded and our financial issues would be over. How easy would that be!

Yeah right!....how wrong I was...Easy? I now had another set of things to worry about and ponder on. For starters I had no name for my poem, and if you remember back to my first blog my computer code name was 'Mum Not Geeky'. What seemed like a great idea was very quickly grinding to a halt. I had been so certain that I could help our family get out of the ruin that we were facing.

Do you know how annoying it feels to know deep within yourself that you are on the right track and yet things beyond your control seem to derail you very easily?

I knew that my poem was given to me to make a difference, it was a gift from Grace, and it was up to me to ensure that I shared it with others. So long as I believed in myself, I could and would be successful.

Gosh if someone could swap a red paperclip for a house, there had to be a way that an Inspirational Poem could also be swapped or traded.

It was time to get serious and first on the agenda was to give my poem a name. I again received some divine intervention, this time in the guise of my son, and his idea of a suitable costume for a fancy dress party.................that however is tomorrow's story...stay tuned!