I never would have labeled myself as a “crier.” I’m sure my husband would beg to differ, but there’s not a whole lot I get too emotional over. I mean, there are a few things that get the waterworks going, like when a coach spins their chair around for a contestant on The Voice during… Continue reading Maybe That’s Why I’m Crying
I’m pretty sure my life has never been this slow, and I mean that in the best possible way. For the first time, I have margin and breathing room to ponder and reflect on my life. It only took my forty years to get here, but by the grace of God – truly – I… Continue reading But Now I See
Before when I would write, I would sit on it for days, sometimes weeks - even months - until I knew where I wanted the idea to go, and where I wanted my final thoughts to land. Now, I’m just trying to write consistently, even if I don’t know where the thought is leading. (Which… Continue reading I want to be a writer.
I haven’t written anything for quite some time. I’ve been stuck in this place of swirling thoughts and inklings; ensnared by a net that makes me wonder, “What does it matter?” Could I possibly have anything to say that is new or inspiring? I mean, isn’t that what people want to read? But what if… Continue reading Where I’ve Been