I've been going through a very strange season in life. It is a season that I wasn't really expecting, but by God's grace I am making it through. Just when I feel like I'm able to breathe again, life takes another unexpected turn, or maybe it isn't life that does the turning, but rather, me--my mind, my emotions and my method of processing what is happening in my world.
I'd love to share more on here and I hope that the month of November will provide me with some opportunities to just let my fingers type the words that are etched on my heart and in my mind. Perhaps if I'd set a small goal for November to just write one post a week, I wouldn't feel so defeated when what I'd rather be doing is having the ability to write daily.
I will say this, though. The inability to write here is primarily due to lack of time, and that's not a bad thing. My days are spent teaching my students, teaching my children, and tending to my family. Those aren't bad time-consumers, but little time is left at the end of a busy day, and with that, even less energy seems to exist in my physical state. Over the last several months I really feel like my age is showing itself. I hate that. My body just can't seem to keep up with what my mind wants to do and that creates a vicious cycle of an unproductive human being.
Don't hold your breath, but I plan to do some writing next weekend while my boys are both away at a youth retreat. Hopefully some of that writing will actually makes it onto the pages of this blog.