So it's a new year, and I walked through that scary door.
Goodbye, 2017So this year I went through a lot. It has been detailed elsewhere. Additionally got kicked and told to focus on the positive by a so-called friend, who then unfriended me because I refused to accede to her wishes. Some friend.
She didn't understand that, with all this loss, there is naturally grief. And grief must be honored and felt. You can suppress it, but then your life eventually falls apart, with whatever consequences to you and your loved ones, and you are left in a worse situation picking up the pieces. I found a TBI group on Facebook I have been talking to, and one of them said that when they left the hospital after their head trauma, their treatment team required them to go to a grief group. Because your life is totally different on the other side.
My life, like I expressed in my latest work (which I am kind of amazed how much people like it) has constricted to one path. Just one. I have discussed the subject of death many times. I don't think I am going to physically d
I bet you want to know what I found on the other side. I did too. God made everything literally clear: lots of prayer, faith, obedience, acceptance, and living in the present moment. Don't dwell on the past. Don't dread the future. Just live right now this minute. Keep doing everything else I have been doing this last year: writing, art, photography, social media. I have a new church: go there faithfully. That is it. God has legitimately limited my options for an exterior life so I can be 100% devoted to developing a great interior life of communion with Him. I really can't complain: that is a GREAT fate.
So 2018 starts with...humility.
Journal skin by SerenAletheia, using images by FallenLeavesFairy.