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I was leading a three-ring circus lifestyle, and honestly, I was a one-ring person.

 

I was disappearing. Three baby boys. A wildly busy household. A very-paused career.

 

The slow erosion of what was once my center.

 

“I can pull this off,” I thought. “Like that magic trick where you yank the tablecloth, and every fork, glass, plate, and centerpiece stays in place.”

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I did not pull it off. And most everything that could crash crashed. Mental health. Identity. Purpose. Perspectives. Values.

 

Me. Who and what I was. 

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My story
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Amid the turmoil, on a winter day, as thick snowflakes stuck to a front picture window, a friend looked at me, “You’re really interesting. You’ve done some pretty amazing things." he said. "You could write about all this. A book.” 

"You've done some pretty amazing things" he said.

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My mouth slacked open. Wide open. So wide it could have fogged up that entire window.

 

Whom was he talking about?  Me?

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Huh.

 

“Nope,” I said. “ Uh -uh. I feel like I’ve been living in a cave for the last 12 years.”

 

I fought the friend’s statement that January day. I did. I really tried.

 

But something stirred, and I went home and wrote and wrote and kept on writing. 

 

A vision started to emerge.

Slowly, in the shadows at first, the healing started.

 

Then it came in fuller dimensions and colors.

 

There was a nudge, a still small voice….”There’s more; there’s more.” More to my story, how it can (and continues to) change, grow, and me with it.  I accepted the invitation and began processing, and writing about loss, pain, trauma, depression, anxiety, and a once-terrified small, small girl. 

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A vision started to emerge...

My old storyline was exposed, disposed of, and replaced. 

 

I gave up the lies I held and traded them for greater truths.

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Something bad is going to happen… 

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God relentlessly pursues me because I am well, well-loved...therefore I am safe and can always come home.

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My last 30-plus years are like diamonds--acres of them--in my own backyard, in me.

 

All my writing, producing, reporting,  anchoring, hosting, interviewing, creating, serving, parenting…loving.

 

It’s rich—all of it. Nothing wasted.

 

None.

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