“I can’t sing that note,” she said, “I’m an alto.” But she was singing the note. Maybe it sounded a little cramped because not enough air was getting through. But it wasn’t because she was “an alto”. She just needed a couple of posture changes and to keep her air flowing better.
But this response from my student made me realize the power we give labels in our lives. …
As someone who has lived most of my life trying to avoid making decisions that would be considered wrong or a failure, I find myself, at 35 years old, not entirely sure who I actually am. While many would say my life has been well spent (and even I agree that I’ve done good things with my life and don’t regret those things), I can’t help but look back and see more moments of cowardice than of courage; more moments of trying to make sure my decisions were approved of by respectable people than of simply following my gut. This…
I’ll sail these back roads like the river wild
Yellow lines and fireflies acting as my guide
I’ll chase the sunset far and wide
Let the moon trail behind as I chase the light
Feel the weight of the world fade into the dusk
And the dust on my dreams blow away to reveal their luster
I am a proud person. I think of myself in the best light possible. I romanticize my life decisions as brave and adventurous.
But recently I made the decision to transition out of a 10-year career in church ministry in order to follow a creative calling in which the specifics seem fuzzy at best, and it has given me new insights into who I really am and the mindsets I have.
I don’t like admitting that the following things are thoughts I regularly have or are things I consistently struggle to believe. …