I’m not a very fast typer, so it feels so strange to let my self out in this way… there is no place for doodles and random thoughts when you type so I’ll probably have to have a piece of scratch paper handy…
Maybe this is for no one in particular; maybe this is just a way for me to intentionally express myself beyond the millions of notes in my phone and the random backs of receipts and envelopes floating around in my purse and car. But this is on my heart to do, so the only thing I can think to do, is just do it… So here I go.
I’m not sure how it is for other people, but my hourly/daily/weekly life has many ups and downs- I feel so happy and thankful in one day or moment and then bummed and wanting more the next. So sometimes I may write out of a bummer place and others from a high place… but its all in there and so its all me. And I don’t want to pretend that the low points aren’t there. I don’t know how not to be real with you. And because of that I am scared…scared that my honesty will offend, make me loose volunteers, friends, and readers…but this is not my heart. My heart is to love and to be a safe place. And maybe if you feel the same way, you’ll know you aren’t the only one in the world who feels the way you do. I am here and I get you and we are just trying to figure it out. So here I go… one day at a time…