And then there were two

This was the scene this morning: two lone backpacks ready for the first day of school. The serenity pictured here is a far cry from the crazy days with 5 and 6 backpacks littering the back hallway and mudroom. Throw in some sports bags, a smattering of tennis shoes and you’ve got the reason doors were created.

The 2012-13 school year is upon us, and so is a new assignment for me. Well, maybe not a new assignment, but the time has come for me to write. With purpose. With passion. With conviction. If I were a coffee pot, I’d be percolating. I wrote the initial text a few years ago that I’ll use as the foundation for a more complete manuscript. The timing didn’t feel right for me to resume the composition for the last 18 months; every time I attempted it I perceived undertones of hurt and anger. But not anymore!!

In a blog post written last fall, I mentioned that the changing autumn foliage carries a sense of dread for me, knowing that winter isn’t too far away. In much the same way, I need to fight the inner battle and look forward to, instead of dread, the incredible amount of self discipline that writing requires. I don’t want this to be another “somebody’s ramblings”. Instead, I’ve got my ear fine tuned to God and only want to write what He has been very actively inspiring within me. So, I’ve got a consecrated road ahead of me; to exercise 4-5 days a week and minimize the distractions are my strict orders. With very little social interaction I will diligently try to avoid becoming that pesky customer in line at Starbucks or the grocery store that just can’t seem to stop the chit chat. My poor hair stylist…

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