Tru is out! It feels good to have a start to a new series. I've said it before, but I don't know that it'll ever get easier hitting the publish button.
This next part, I had typed up for my newsletter, and I stopped.
It's strange to me that I'd pick a career (that I love) that opens me up to public criticism. I've spent most of my life desperate to be loved. So heartsick that sometimes, it's hard to know if I'm actually seeing myself in the mirror or the product of 47-years of desperation.
I'm talking about how excited I am that I've started a new series and it hits me as I read back over what I've just typed.
Giddyness is being swallowed by insecurities.
Did I write a good book? I tried.
Will people still want to read my books? I hope so.
Is my best just good enough or is my best really my best? How do I judge that?
Sometimes, I think we're warring internally and don't even know it until we sit down and have a moment of peace and quiet.
God forgive me for throwing my blessings back in Your face.