I’m not a ballerina. But this clip shows how I feel when I write and blog – in a word, alive. This works every nerve and brain cell and muscle, it takes everything I have and promises nothing in return. Many times it frustrates me. But when just once sentence is right, or when one paragraph crystallizes a memory and holds it up to the light – well, there’s no feeling in the world like it. It’s what I’m meant to do. And I have finally concluded that if I step out on faith, God will teach me how to fly. I’m not sure where this journey will lead – and I’m sort of okay with that – but if it begins with just one step I’m putting on my best stilettos (not pointe shoes) and pirouetting toward it like my life depends on it.
Because it kind of does.
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