I’ve been swimming in words lately, lapping them up every chance I get. Audio books on the way to work. Reading and writing at work. More audio books on the way home. Reading books about words. Books about books. I absolutely love it. But putting my own thoughts down, letting them trickle out here and there, well that has been rather impossible lately.
It’s most likely because I don’t want to be alone with my own words. My words and thoughts that are scratching and clawing, ravaging to get out. Meanwhile shaking up all my thoughts and shattering the sentences I had perfectly constructed in my mind, ready to compose here.
So here they are. In all their shook-up glory. Perhaps it’s best if I just update you as best I can with the words I have to offer you today…
I started a new job. I love it. I’m a copywriter. I get to be creative all day long and collaborate with brilliant creatives and allow the buzz in the air — the kind of buzz you feel in a newsroom, or perhaps a science lab, anywhere ideas are coming to life — to fuel my soul. It’s the kind of job I dreamt of having. And here I am. Blessed.
I’m in Kansas City, close to family, friends, and the world’s greatest BBQ. I’ve got no gripes on that front (though I ache endlessly for my Munich). But here’s where I am. Right now. Where God had me scheduled to be. On his own timetable.
But, of course, things are complicated. I’ve started accepting that unconventional routes are my soul’s favorite and that, so far, they’ve led me to wonderful adventures. This route is a bit more familiar, but nonetheless new and allowing for so much growth to be had.
And, last but not least, there’s a boy. (There’s always a boy, it seems.) No, I take that back. There’s a man. I say man because he differs so much from the boys of my relationships past. But he’s far away from me (for now) and I’m far away from him (for now) so it makes it a bit more complicated. Where it’ll lead, well, who knows? But I pray somewhere great; somewhere wonderful. All in time, I suppose.
Besides having this song on repeat, I’m just taking it one day at a time. That’s all a gal can do, after all.
|—||Alice Walker, Living by the Word|