There's a problem with reading a lot of good non-fiction books. I get so engrossed in the story. These people's lives seem so amazing and dreamy and adventurous. I start to think, "Maybe my life should look like that." Here is where the problem lies.
I start resisting my dimensions and long for someone else's. This simply does not work. I wasn't made to fit their dimensions. I was made to fit mine. Soon chaos surrounds me. Chaos I've created because I've resisted my place.
Reading other people's stories is wonderful. So much can be learned and stored and applied. But if it causes me to plagiarize or just stop writing my own story all together...
I am not the president of World Vision. I am not a funny woman from Texas fighting excess. I am not a young 20-something girl living in Uganda. I am not a physician/activist living in a twelve by twelve in North Carolina.
I'm me. I like reading and riding bikes. I love laughing, especially with my husband. I'm starting to enjoy cooking. I like taking walks and listening to music and talking about God. I have an infinite amount of areas that need improvement. Like being fully present and giving my full attention to the people I'm with. Sometimes I'm judgmental and sometimes I yell.
To be continued..
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