Thirty five days in to Year five of Authentic Lent... and I am bored of my own writing. When did that happen? I can understand being bored of material that was given me to read from people that have been dead over a hundred years or so... but when did I get bored of my own thoughts. Now it's really time to end this. I have ten days more to go and I have become bored of it more times than I can count. Maybe the passion lies in what has given me more joy... and that is not the dissection of my own world view.
I have been passionate about people and my communication with people. I love writing postcards. I love writing letters, I love connecting with people both stranger and friend. I hope I never get bored of that. I don't mind letting go of the analysis of my own understanding of life. It would be nice to let that go and just live.
Why do I need to prepare myself to answer questions that will never be asked of me? That's right. A lot of this is supposed to prepare me for answering the tough questions... but no one is asking them of me. Maybe its okay to let the need of preparation go. Maybe I don't need answers anymore. Maybe I don't need to give more life to words that were meant to be for a time and a season.
I guess it's back to writing postcards and living life without needing to explain myself every day.
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