I need a safe space to practice. I used to love to write and share my thoughts and consider things in a public way, probably long Facebook posts, but then something changed. Was it COVID? I don’t know. Something changed and I quit writing. Part of that quitting was because of fear. I’m now terrified of what people will say, think, comment, and talk about behind my back. Aren’t you? Who wants to be judged? Nada. Not me. 

Anyway, here I am. I want to dust the cobwebs out of my thoughts and begin to share what’s floating around up there in my mind. A darling, and I mean darling, college student recently said to me, “Ms. Fran, you have such good things to say and I think you should write them down for us. I’d read every word you wrote.”  Well, darling girl, I want to do that too.

I told my best podcasting gal pal, Angela, many moons ago, that I wanted to write more from our podcast Facebook page. Well, hello everyone. Shocker. It clearly never happened. 

Again, here I am. 

Here we are. 

Ok, let’s chat about all the things. Can I do this daily? I sure can. Do I want to? Ummmm, slightly terrified. Is terrified of a strong word?  Maybe we should start these daily writings about fear. Do I have the thoughts? Absolutely, because my brain lives in a constant state of so many thoughts that need to get out and expounded upon! Will I? Time will tell. 

And, gosh, I’m no English major, but I can make the best decisions I know. I can use the ole google.

Dear Fran, this is for you.

Dear Jesus, this is for you because you have asked me to do this and I have repeatedly given you excuses.

Dear anyone else, this is for us if you to think, consider, and wrestle out these thoughts with me.

Remember, we can do hard things. Even if the hard thing is this silly ole thing.

Much love,

Fran