We can officially call it Christmas now: whatever's been whirring around and nestling in our hearts. We have eaten the feast and set up the trees and as I sit here watching it glow and reflect, there is a relief in reading Advent words and listening to the songs of yearning; the world finally allows me to dance in the glitter of this time of year that normally hides away in my heart (I am a year-round lover of Christmas). The forecast says "snow" and I'm all giddy with the shades still open at 10 pm, on the lookout for any hint of it, because snow is the ultimate accompaniment to Advent. Weathermen predict snow while our baby Savior proclaims purity and forgiveness, promises stains to be blotted out; forecasts the fullness of salvation.
Christmas aside, this time of year has always been one of celebration, and the reasons for cake continue to multiply. What started as the birthdays of two brothers, a cousin, and I, has added three more birthdays from my husband's family, as well as our anniversary, all within two months of Christmas. So I've been baking and dancing around because any reason is a good reason to bake. Today was scones and I'm daydreaming about what to do with these cranberries I bought on a whim and guys how am I supposed to decide between muffins and a cocktail?
I want to try writing more because I just finished reading Amy Poehler's book, Yes Please. It was the first memoir-esque book I've read and reading it lifted a giant weight off my shoulders: this is the type of writing I am made for. Not fiction, not theology, not poetry, what do I write? In my head, I categorize it "blog-esque" but it's too embarrassing to say that out loud.
Speaking of embarrassing, one of my favorite parts of Amy's book is a blurb where she mentions embarrassing moments and how no one should ever feel required to reveal them, no matter what kind of corny ice-breaker in which you find yourself unfortunately participating. You can protect your heart and only tell your embarrassing moments to the ones you trust. Whatever Amy's style and voice is in her book, that's me. That would be the type of book I'd write if I ever took the plunge, except writing a book sounds horrible, and I'd rather stay here where maybe 10 people read this.
So maybe I'll start writing more, that's what all the Writers Who Have Apparently Made It say: KEEP WRITING AND YOU'LL GET BETTER. So perhaps I will plant the thoughts onto paper and see where they grow. Advent usually stirs more words in my soul than usual, so maybe this is a good time to start.
Christmas aside, this time of year has always been one of celebration, and the reasons for cake continue to multiply. What started as the birthdays of two brothers, a cousin, and I, has added three more birthdays from my husband's family, as well as our anniversary, all within two months of Christmas. So I've been baking and dancing around because any reason is a good reason to bake. Today was scones and I'm daydreaming about what to do with these cranberries I bought on a whim and guys how am I supposed to decide between muffins and a cocktail?
I want to try writing more because I just finished reading Amy Poehler's book, Yes Please. It was the first memoir-esque book I've read and reading it lifted a giant weight off my shoulders: this is the type of writing I am made for. Not fiction, not theology, not poetry, what do I write? In my head, I categorize it "blog-esque" but it's too embarrassing to say that out loud.
Speaking of embarrassing, one of my favorite parts of Amy's book is a blurb where she mentions embarrassing moments and how no one should ever feel required to reveal them, no matter what kind of corny ice-breaker in which you find yourself unfortunately participating. You can protect your heart and only tell your embarrassing moments to the ones you trust. Whatever Amy's style and voice is in her book, that's me. That would be the type of book I'd write if I ever took the plunge, except writing a book sounds horrible, and I'd rather stay here where maybe 10 people read this.
So maybe I'll start writing more, that's what all the Writers Who Have Apparently Made It say: KEEP WRITING AND YOU'LL GET BETTER. So perhaps I will plant the thoughts onto paper and see where they grow. Advent usually stirs more words in my soul than usual, so maybe this is a good time to start.
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