Crushed /kruSHt/ – 1. deformed, pulverized, or forced inwards by compression. 2. feeling overwhelmingly disappointed or embarrassed I am being crushed bit by bit, not by world situations, pandemics, political pressures, or financial worries, but by the weight of all the lives I’m not living. Assumptions stir faith. I am assumed I’d be farther along on the journey of being me. I feel stifled by responsibilities and by the things I’ve …
The older I get, the more I’m convinced that the reason we work isn’t to get ahead, but rather, to keep from falling behind. Take today for instance. I worked a steady pace, cleaning the house, washing, folding, and putting away laundry, cooking and doing dishes, vacuuming, hanging up coats, ironing work clothes for tomorrow, answering emails that are miserably stacking up, and so on. Not once did I accomplish …
I run almost every day. Does that make me a runner? This is a critical question because if what I do defines me, then it only stands to reason that what I don’t does not. If I am a writer who doesn’t write, then am I indeed a writer? Does what I do define me?
Tonight, I’m awake. I am thinking about the future because I cannot control it, and also because I can. I have tried to steer my course before. Sometimes I have failed, and sometimes I have succeeded. So why lose sleep over it? Because it’s stirring me. I am very, very awake. I am awake because an idea is calling me and my response is pivotal to my future. Is God …