You wouldn’t think I could successfully sit still, just like that, given that my days begin early and end really, really late which leaves little — if no time at all — to be still. But I find that even the silence of sitting a while in a restroom stall and just taking a deep breath helps me to get my bearings straight again. And when needed, I pray. I say thanks, or I ask for clarity, or I just say hello to the big boss upstairs, and even without asking, I feel part if not all of the burden is taken away.
The need to write in anonymity
I have a blog somewhere out there. I write regularly — or at least I try. I don’t do it commercially nor am I boxed into a theme or slant. I write for the sake of writing.
Yet there are times when I find myself censoring my thoughts and my words because the honesty cuts through my heart. And I am afraid to be judged or be condemned for my thoughts and my feelings.
I know there are others out there in a similar situation. I’m hoping you’ll join me and post your anonymous thoughts here.
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