I was lovingly teased by one of my oldest and best of friends that I possibly was having a mid-life crisis when I shared this new blog project with her. I responded sharply that “admitting my failures is more of an authentic luxury I am allowing myself and far from what I know to be a true crisis”.
Troy just asked from across the rom, “What are you doing babe?”
Well…. “Um nothing really honey.” I haven’t told him yet.
It’s tricky. You try being wrapped up in a hot pink and green velvet quilt and saying out loud to your boyfriend, “I am writing a blog about failure, faith, and forgiveness and I am trying to accept survival as an art form.”