Lent diary part I

Hello everyone,

apologies,

if,

some of my recent,

blog posts,

have seemed,

whinny.

Sometimes it,

needs to come out,

in French we have an expression:

faire sortir le méchant,

evacuating-kicking out the bad-bad stuff

which basically means,

lancing the boil,

not allowing the infection to spread,

not allowing negative thoughts,

to fester,

to take hold.

I think we all do that,

differently.

Some of us,

need to get on with things,

pull up our boot straps,

do, rather than,

think about doing.

And some of us,

process,

decisions,

pain,

hurt,

failure,

grief,

in a way,

we can deal with.

I am someone who,

examines,

observes,

thinks about,

rotates scenarios,

in my head.

I get angry,

I get sad,

I pray,

I talk about it,

I write about it,

and there comes a time,

when I feel a click and,

I am able to move on.

Whenever I have not,

processed things,

kept plowing away,

at the same speed,

it has hit me later,

bad,

hard,

so in the past few years,

I have taken my time,

explored,

with varying levels of success,

but, on terms I can live with,

supported by my mother,

my girl,

my friends,

my family,

blood and chosen.

I don’t want to work,

at a job I hate,

or even tolerate,

I want to make a difference,

I want meaning,

that may come in many ways,

I have no clue about.

In this season of Lent,

I am going deep within,

devoting much time,

to prayer,

to church,

asking God for guidance,

for purpose,

and trusting that it will happen.

Be well,

you all.

Later girls,

BB

Author: Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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