He shepherded me out of a broken career and into the light of the writing-life I was born to live, so of course, many of my best stories were about him.
First week of the New Year, and I feel ready. Grounded, anchored. This is my year of the edit; listening more, adjusting readily, hearing and heeding...This year, I commit to focusing more on the work of others, finding a companionable rhythm, no longer needing to drive the narrative or set the pace, but rather listening to the quiet place where I may and should conjoin.
We Are the New Creation. It's Time We Started Acting Like It. This year, I shed false humility. This year, I release the shackles of Imposter Syndrome. If Mary could proclaim the greatness of our God and the favor with which God gazes upon us, then so shall I.
Despite my treatment (and the millions of those like me) by this country, even as my voice (and at times my body) trembles, I rise, asserting my rights. I display the flag upside down. I am in EXTREME DISTRESS.
We're doing it all wrong. What if we're not supposed to pour out all we have before restoring our portion. What if what we're supposed to give is our overflow?
I seldom experience the anxiety that used to send me running, from the grocery store, out of my office, clawing at my clothes, gasping for fresh air. Oh, you didn't know that about me? Yeah, I'm that high functioning. "RESPECT. You Da MVP. Scratch That. You Are An Idiot"
My Dog is So Awesome I Wrote a Book About Him It started out as a dare, but I took it. Since 2014 when I finally published the book, I've continued to appreciate that God sent you into our lives, furry little angel. In loving you, I am reminded of God's Grace. Every interaction is motivated by a deep and abiding love.
I never stop when I should. I have never believed that the rules of self and soul care applied to me, even as I excoriate those I loved, "Do Better." I steadfastly refuse to take my own advice.
A repost from a while ago. Often, it's experiencing your own words through someone else's lens that makes them fresh again.
We all have the right, and the capacity, to Love (God). We simply need to grant ourselves permission.