Throughout the adventures of my life, when I would get stressed or yes, let’s be honest, whiney, Mama would call me out. “You need a nap. Get some sleep. Things will look different after you get some rest.”
In the past couple of years, life has thrown us some serious curveballs. Throughout everything that has happened, the thing that has gotten me through is hearing people’s stories. I love listening and learning the whys and wherefores of people’s lives. Unfortunately in the midst of heartbreak, something else has broken. My filter. So sometimes I ask things I shouldn’t or say things maybe better left unsaid. This is where I give thanks for the grace given by the folks around me. Grace abounds in the circles I run in–I hope it does for you too.
So here are my stories. And please, as you read, remember that my filter is broken. That was almost the name of this blog. But I was a little worried of what exactly folks would expect me to say. Uh ummm. Another favorite was “no longer worried about a whoopin”. However, I have enough aunts and uncles and cousins of my Mama’s around whom I think might take me to task if I get full of foolishness. So here it is. I think it will be cathartic for me to share these stories and to hear yours when you feel like sharing them with me.
Or. Maybe. I might need a nap. That’s really the best time for sharing stories, isn’t it?