I used to think there was nothing worse than writer’s block. You know, when you either have a deadline or are trying to come up with something new and your mind is blank. I’ve decided there is something worse. That something is when you have so many things you could write, but because you know yourself well, you recognize you are too emotional to write about them with any real clarity.
The question I pondered at the close of last week’s post, “If all my stuff was gone would I, (without my stuff), be enough?” seemed to be a lingering theme. I must take a moment and thank those who called, commented, or emailed kind words telling me that “Yes, I was certainly enough” and the “Sometimes you’re a bit too much,” (said in love of course) made me laugh, and all warmed my heart. This was a lingering theme because I found myself in conversations and I questioned a few things about myself; after re-evaluating I realized, I am absolutely enough.
I’ve come to the conclusion that all I can do is be the person God wants me to be. Not try and be someone else, not try to convince people I’m not who they define me as; but be, who I know in my heart I am. The definition others have created won’t matter, it will be me and how I’ve acted and reacted, how I've loved and served others that will define my life; and I pray I live in such a way, that in the end I'll hear the words “Well done.”