Ever feel like your head and heart are just so full of stories and secrets that it feels impossible to let anymore information in?
Oh, just me?.....haha, I know I'm not alone in the overwhelmed feeling.
Jillien gave me a beautiful leatherbound book for my birthday (it smells wonderful...mmm...alright done with that small tangent) and told me that it would be my place to write down the stories and let them go.
You cannot imagine how amazing it feels to write the pain, the unknowns, the worries unto those pages. I had previously been infiltrating my journal with these images but felt wrong about bulking up my journal with feelings that were not my own.
Stories live on, but they are held inside that book and stay there. I need them to stay there in the book instead of soaking up all the emotions inside of me and letting them reside there.
I'm glad to have people to listen to my stories after my long days and grateful for all of you readers who supposedly enjoy my writings.
Appreciative of the great, big, everlasting hug that connects us all--the love of God (to quote one of my Dad's songs).