I am still insecure. What am I supposed to do with that?
I am forty two days in to this blog, and I am feeling exhausted. It is kind of like I have been walking every day and I have blisters on my feet. Only with me, the blisters are on my brain. I am worn out. I have nothing to write about after over a month of purging my soul again.
The amount of philosophical material I have ingested in the last month has done well to melt my brain too. It has rendered me incapable of ever being the person I used to be. Now I know why philosophy isn't welcome in evangelical and fundamental Christian circles. There is no room for thinkers or thinking.
I think these six weeks have been about letting go of a lot of things. Maybe letting go of toxic relationships, maybe letting go of expectations, maybe letting go of the need to be right all the time, or even right most of the time.
I realize that I may still be tempted to pretend and hide, and maybe that is okay. Maybe I don't need a platform other than my blogs that no one reads. (okay... if you are reading this, you aren't "no one")
