I’m working on a book, plus there’s family in town, so there’s not much time for blogging. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the pressure of needing to blog, of keeping my online platform moving and expanding and growing.
I kind of feel like the line from this song: time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’…into the future.
So I feel frantic. Frazzled. On the edge, as if there were something great inside me struggling to be born. I want to hurry that whatever it is into fruition, to find it fully formed and ready to go. But I think it’s going to take all of the time I have for that to happen, which means that instead of my circumstances changing, it’s going to be me that undergoes a transformation.
Funny enough, that was the message at church yesterday.
Good thing the Stones have the answer I need.
Here’s hoping it’s true. I could use a little time on my side.