I’m keeping it short. That will be the challenge, but that was the advice. I tend to get long-winded when I write, but I also have trouble getting started and keeping going. I stall out somewhere in the middle, never to be heard from again.
I’m an overweight, middle-aged, menopausal woman. I am a minister in the midst of a multiple-year midlife crisis. Not a crisis really, rather a muddle -- a midlife muddle. I am also a cultivator of mystery. All of this means that presently, I don’t really know if I am coming or going, but wherever I’m going I’m moving slower than I should with more aches than I use to have, and I’m doubtful I really will find any answers yet I still have some semblance of faith in it all. I am searching for my true colors. I had them, but I lost them somewhere along the way. Or, maybe they simply changed hue and now I don’t recognize them. I’ve always been able to best discover myself in writing…so I’ll try again at rediscovery.
