I had grand ideas for my 31 days of writing project. But life. It happened. I may or may not write for 31 days straight. You see, I have a book to edit. It’s been waiting on me for a two months now. It’s time for me to dive in, dig around, unearth more treasures, and polish this piece-of-coal-birthing-diamond in the making. Will it be a best-seller? Probably not. Will millions read it? Maybe. Does it matter? Not really.
I wrote the words for me. I wrote to tell one story of many of my stories. I’ll talk more about the book later. Today, I want to resettle into being rather than doing. But, I also know that doing this excavating will inform my editing process. The book is a story of identity, and this 31 day series is a deeper exploration of identity. It’s going to be a win-win!
Life is not about the busies. Life is not about the doings. Life is about being and abiding. This is where I want to root my 31 days of excavating faith. I cannot promise to write everyday. I can choose rest, wholeness, and leaning in to this right-now. It seems more fitting as another decade turns towards its end and a new one begins. Things that were pressing, no longer seem as important. Dreams that lay dormant are coming to life again. I don’t want to miss any of it.