Hanging on

I’m a writer. I’ve been a writer all my life. This blog will be for me. I’ve written for others, both personally and for money, but this time I’m writing only for me. I’m not telling anyone I know about this blog. This way, there are no expectations about what I write. Nobody will look at it and be surprised or offended or judgmental because of who I am or what they know about me. This is intended to be a place where I can be myself without any of the boundaries that people who know me might put on my writing. I need to take the time now to put this in writing so that I can maybe make sense of it all. If not, well……at least it will be out there.

I’m a believer. God is an important part of my life. He has intervened, at times, in ways that saved my life and helped shape who I am. I can look back and see Him stopping the enemy from totally destroying me. I can almost hear Him say, “Stop. This much and no more. That is enough.” Some people will see that as laughable, and that’s cool. I know what I know.

I’m a musician. Music is an imperative in my life. It speaks to me and of me. I’ve been singing since I could talk. I dabble at guitar but lack the discipline to be really good at it. I have been a praise and worship leader, a choir member, a choir director, a member of a number of worship teams, part of madrigals, and lots of other things. Music helps me express who I am. I like classical, light rock, some pop, country, bluegrass, some jazz, traditional hymns, and contemporary Christian music. My favorite, though, is praise and worship music. It is who I am.

I’m a seamstress. Mom taught me to sew when I was 10 and it’s probably the best gift she ever gave me. I have made everything from pillows to wedding dresses and everything in between. Sewing has helped me clothe myself and my kids. It helped me bring in extra money by making everything from doll clothes to custom undergarments. It is therapy for me. When I worked as a nurse, sewing was my release at the end of a hard day. Being able to create something good, pretty, and colorful helped after working on an oncology floor and watching people die. That can be very hard no matter how much you love it. For me, sewing helped me cope.

I want to take the time to look inside my head and see if it makes any sense in there. It’s about time, I think.

You’re welcome to stay. You’re welcome to read. Please — no negative comments. I’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime.

God bless and keep you.

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