A few months ago, I took a leap into the unknown and resigned my position as an instructional coach for a local high school. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but between adoption and my book coming out, and both at any moment, it was a moment of bravery so necessary it hurt to not act.
For awhile, it's been a little surreal. I mean, I always have a summer - even if it's broken into small pockets of weeks because of trainings and workshops and travel. This summer is no different. I worked two weeks later than I normally do and then fell into a funk the first few weeks of my vacation....or rather....first days as a full time writer.
Really, nothing changed.
I knew this would happen. I knew after I quit I'd need some time away to refocus, dream, and write. I think at first my goal was to get out this idea I have about a nonfiction piece, but within the past few days, even this idea has morphed into a different reality.
I'm learning to write when the words hit you. And lately, the words have been fiction.
I don't know what this means, exactly. I don't really have a story yet. But, I know how I wrote my first book 1500 words at a time, and I know I can do it again as long as He breathes words and sentences into me.
And He will, because He's promised me.
So I'm taking a break from this space in order to work out what it is my next words will be. I need my best words to be thrown toward something larger - something that's been brewing for awhile. Aside from a post I have scheduled on my birthday, you won't see me until August. I have some dear friends posting for me, some you've heard of and some you've never met. The topic? A moment of bravery.
What does your relationship with Christ look like when you find your roar?
I hope you'll join as they each share their experiences - all different and some right in the middle of their moment. It's been so encouraging reading their words as I receive them, and I know it'll be the same for you.
See you in a month.