6/16/2002
I despise my seasons of doubt, how I allow my thoughts to lean more “what if” over “even if.” I let the desire for approval to stagnate the creating process. The heaviness in the chest and the tightness in the gut. I wonder if it’s the creative process? The way we know refining is needed. Or is it just doubt, lack of confidence in our ability to walk the calling. I remind myself: calling and culling don’t run from the same seams of thought.
