Change In The Making6
I’m tired. I get restless when things stay the same for too long. I don’t really know what that says about me, but for now let’s just go with awesome.
I kind of want to shake things up here. Over the next few months you will be seeing some changes. Some will be drastic, and some not so much. Like you’ll still be able to see a picture of me on the page, but it will be a better picture. See, not too drastic. However, everything else, appearance-wise, will be changing. I’ve got an awesome new template picked out. I’ve got a friend working on a logo. And I’ve got an guy giving me an estimate on how much it will cost for him to switch everything over for me because I have ABSOLUTELY no idea what I would be doing.
I’m kind of excited.
Sometimes change makes me anxious. Does it you? It’s the times change happens with no clear vision for the future. Then my anxiousness turns to physical sickness. Like high terror alert. Things happen that make me question everything I’ve ever known and test my faith in the God I know is in charge. I’m not a fan of those times. Seriously. I don’t love them. But they’re the times that when I look back, I see I became stronger and my relationships are strengthened.
I know I’m going kind of deep for an announcement for upcoming blog changes, but it’s not just the blog. While those changes are exciting. I’m actually going to start adding some new content, things I haven’t really ever written about before. You’ll probably be seeing a new page added called “My Story.” These posts will be focusing, of course, on my story. The parts of the story that aren’t so fun. The parts of the story that I’ve waited ten years to write because I can’t do so without crying. And the parts of the story that make up different parts of me.
I’ve waited for a long time. I’m not really sure why. But I think it’s time. I firmly believe that you can’t really heal and/or move on until you deal with things. My way of dealing with things is to write about them. It helps me process.
I read a quote yesterday, and for the life of me I can’t find it again. But it went something like this: To be Christian is to be vulnerable.
I hate being vulnerable. But I think in some ways my story will inspire and encourage and strengthen someone, even if it’s just me. So here’s to me being vulnerable.
I hope you’ll join me in this journey.
I think it’s about time.