Until the Ferry Arrives

Fuel

Ok, so I might have been a bit optimistic with my blogging timeline. My hope is start blogging 2 times a week. I’d imagined Monday and Thursday, but I’ve got this sinking feeling that (at least for the first bit) I might not be so consistent. 

I very much feel like someone kicked me off the ferry and I’m now treading water watching the boat steam away from me. I’m hoping to still be buoyant when the ferry comes back my direction. It’s the nature of a steep learning curve: it’s difficult until it’s not. Eventually, I will sync all the info inside my overwhelmed brain and it will make sense.

I can’t help but be reminded of  intensive Hebrew during seminary. The running joke: it’s all Greek to me. And it was. For the longest time and then, as if by magic (but really by ridiculous amounts of after class hours holed up in the library pouring over grammar charts) the letters began to arrange themselves into words. And words into sentences. And I began to dream in Hebrew.

But until it happens, I beg your presence and patience. I’m a bit lonely. I’m completely overwhelmed. And I’m struggling to find my place in this new paradigm labeled, “My life.” I’m not sure how the parts of me on hold will fit in. That makes me sad and frustrated and ridiculously weepy. So, a friend or two in my world would be welcomed. 

Consider this an S.O.S. until the ferry arrives. 

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