Do you have those moments when some life situation allows you to suddenly and clearly understand some other matter you’ve been struggling with? I do.
The moment came last night as I was carefully taking apart a book.
Every one of us has the potential to be remade. Though the pages may be stained with spilled beverages or grape jelly, though several different people may have written their names and ideas on the insides, though the spine may be broken and loose, though we have images and ideas bound onto us, and though we find ourselves on a thrift shop shelf for fractions of our worth, we can be remade.
We can be recreated.
That is good news, folks.
Are there any areas of your life you want to remake into something else? Your health? Your relationships? Your habits?
June is a terrible month for me. It always has been. Maybe it always will be. But today, I find myself determined to at least try…to take it apart and make it something new. So my first attempt is to acknowledge something good about June (just like I acknowledge that a broken, beat up, dirty book has a firm cover that can be used for my journals):
I finished the first draft of my novel on June 3rd.
Comments are re-opened, and I hope to hear from some of you.