It Is Well
I have been on a lost path of blogging. What I realized is that my mental filter is pretty weak and I get lost when I feel like I am unable to write honestly in an effort to trying to only reveal some parts of what I am thinking. Feeling forced and unnatural, I turn away from writing. Filtering doesn't work very well with me. Maybe it's a residual effect of perfectionism. All or nothing- such an unhealthy way of thinking. Flexibility and resiliency is much more effective. I've also learned that I am pretty worn out of keeping up with unhealthy relationships. Boundaries can seem harsh at times but necessary. I've been also learning to live with the idea of my impending death. Not as an impending doom but a process of life. Let me just say that death is more real to me now than before. A family in my community lost their teenage son in an accident recently. I cannot even imagine the depth of their sorrow. My own death, I can handle, I think. Death of one of my chil...