Picking Up the Peaces

Recently, I was having a text conversation with a co-worker/friend/fellow writer. It's amazing how much clarity comes to me just by talking to someone else. I'd asked her about a writing job she was going to be doing and she said she was going to be meeting with them that weekend. The conversation went like this: Me: Ooh! Good luck! Are you nervous? I know I'd be terrified! ( Side note: I like to use a lot of exclamation points when I'm not doing professional writing. ) Her: No, not really. Once I learn what they are looking for, I think it'll be fine. Me: I applied for a job as an editor for an educational place last fall. They never even looked at me, I guess, but I had to get a letter of recommendation. I got one from my [college] writing instructor. I almost cried when I read it. I think I might frame it. ( Really, it's extremely complimentary and I really did almost cry. I was so touched that she thought so highly of me and my work. ) I get nervou...

I wrote this back in March and it was just sitting in my "writing" folder on my Google Drive. I thought I had already posted it, but apparently not. Sometimes, I get tired of "lying" about how I'm doing and sick of pretending that everything's fine. Maybe March was a rough month for me, it's been seven months, so I really can't remember. The past two years seem to be a blur with several significant events standing out within the blur. They're more like blotches. This is what I wrote: It’s okay to not be okay As we work through our healing, others may expect us to move faster, be happier, forgive sooner, and trust easier than we can. Healing comes at its own pace. We cannot rush the timeline. It is not someone else’s timeline. It is God’s and ours. People will try to tell us what we “should” be grateful for. While that is not a horrible mindset, it doesn’t validate our feeling like we’ve been through a horrible experience, feeling li...