This is the blog post that I envisioned writing a year from now. You see, in a year from now, I’d be able to talk about my dreams with the full knowledge that I was successful and I didn’t fail. I would’ve typed this out in my swanky office (complete with some touches of pink and gold) in a gorgeous all-black outfit with perfect hair and nails and would be making a decent living doing the thing I love most. Problem is…if I wait until things are perfect to share that doesn’t help you or me. So with all the sucking up of pride that I have, here’s my current story:
In the past year I didn’t know if my road was going to lead to writing again. Sharing things that felt so deeply personal can honestly be a scary thing. What I DID know is that if I ever started up this blog again, it would be with this exact moment and this exact story. […]
The Reverend began to sing in his beautiful and most commanding voice. He stood at the pulpit before he began and explained that my grandmother, my sweet Memaw, had asked him several times to sing this song at her funeral. That day was here.
It has been about two years since this exact moment in May, but the memory is not one that I’ll soon forget. As many of my life changing stories start: I was sitting on my parent’s couch. I had grabbed a brown pillow to hold over my mid section so I could try to relax […]