I've been doing some research on writing styles lately. My desire to
write something has come back full force recently and I've been
ruminating on how to go about achieving this dream that has sat on the
inside of me for as long as I can remember (it started somewhere in the
late 80s/early 90s). I can feel words bottled up inside me, but
somewhere between my heart/soul and my fingertips the words come to a
crashing halt. Or, more correctly, my mind squeezes shut (imagine a
child squeezing her eyes tightly to give the illusion she is
"sleeping") as if it couldn't possibly bare the retching pain that I
can sense will come when these words expose themselves.
I chalk it up to the "transition" phase I'm currently in in my life
as well as the recent year long time in therapy [school] as I have
received as much healing (if not more) as I hope and pray my clients
have since we have come into one another's lives. As I am transitioning
out of student-status, I am letting God lead as I meander down this
"finding myself" path that I am currently on. Some days I look around
and then look up and think to God "Are you sure about this?" He reminds
me that He is and we continue to walk.
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