So, I've been trying to write myself here onto this blog.
It's been hard.
How to you share your story when it's not finished yet?
Will it ever feel finished enough to share?
At what point will I feel full enough of experience, of wisdom?
I don't really know. I just throw these questions out into the "cosmic void" (name that quote and I'll give you a hug).
When will I stop saying that my "dream" is to write?
When will I feel comfortable in "writer" skin, not just "dreamer" skin?
How does a simple missionary-turned-preacher's daughter and worship-pastor's wife make a change?
How do you spend tears and prayers and hopes on a dream and not have the first inkling of how to step into it?
There are no answers, I know. It's just where I'm at, where I've always been.