Because I feel like I need to. Fess up.
I Confess: This past week or so I have been out of sorts. In a funk. Not feeling myself. Can you relate? I can't really put my finger on the cause. I wouldn't say that I'm unhappy. But I can't say that I'm happy either. With myself.
I Confess: Can I be real? Because sometimes I don't think I am. Real. With you. Oh, I'm real about my faith. And my life in general. But I'm not so real with my heart. I don't like to be real with my heart. It makes me vulnerable. Exposed. I like to feel safe. When I open up, I don't feel safe. My heart is damaged. There are gaping holes. Scars. Chunks missing.
I Confess: That I don't like what age is doing to me. To my body. It's laughable really. It's inevitable. Seriously. It's very difficult to grow old. Yet, it is an honor to grow old.
I Confess: That I am a little more than envious of other bloggers. You women are creative. Talented. Have such a flair for words. Gorgeous blogs.
I Confess: I want more. I want to be more. I want my photography to be creative. Worthy to bring glory and honor to God.
I Confess: I want your help. I'm going to be holding a contest. Get your creative thinking caps on. I'm looking for a name. Not just any name. A name for my photography. A label. An icon.
I Confess: I already feel better.
Thank you so much for listening to my confessions. More on the contest coming soon.
Peace and Joy,