This past June, my youngest four kids graduated from high school. Within days, all of us were packing up and moving to a new city.
Thus began our whirlwind summer…unpacking, various college orientations, church camp, preparations for our oldest to go on a mission trip, buying sprees for college supplies, trips to see friends, purchasing a new car, finding new doctors, and all the other fun that goes with moving. And in the midst of it all, I was trying to prepare my heart for sending three more kids off to college. (One of our sons is staying home and going to school locally.)
So now that everyone has moved and we are all trying to get used to our new normals, I’m supposed to be diving into my ‘new season of life’. (Can you see me doing air quotes with a snarky smile?) Part of which includes a new beginning for my blog; a commitment to writing daily and posting more regularly, which should be easy considering it’s been nine months from my last posting!
It should be easy.
Which brings me to the present. I have written and rewritten several posts that were to be the launching point of my new life. (Not that I put any kind of pressure on myself!) The problem is, I don’t like any of them. They fall flat. They’re lifeless. They’re lacking passion.
Part of it may be that I’m out of practice. There is something to be said about practicing your craft so that it flows more easily.
But mostly, I think it’s because right now my heart is divided and living in several locations across Texas, making writing from the heart very difficult. Everything has lost some of its liveliness and spark.
Everyone who has gone before me has said that it will just take time. I trust their words and know that life will again regain it’s color and richness. It’s just getting through the middle part….
