Tangible need for an intangible

I'm feeling grateful for my husband's encouragement. The other night I woke up in the middle of the night feel overwhelmed by self-doubt. I wondered why I thought I could be a writer, why I was impacting our livelihood for a frivolous dream. I lay there racked with guilt and insecurity. I began to think that I should just go back to my secure, but anxiety-provoking, dysfunctional teaching job next school year. When I told my husband about it, he talked sense into me. He supported my need to continue to try to become a paid writer and to work in a place where I feel valued, respected and productive. This tangible need for sleep was satisfied by an intangible: encouragement.