Diving In
I hate starting things. I don't know if it is my recovering perfectionistic nature or my impaired ability to make a decision when faced with endless options, but the task of beginning can leave me at the edge of the water, dipping a toe in here and there, agonizing over the entry point. And so that is why I write blog posts in my head on a day by day basis but have yet, until recently, settled on the defining title and jumped in. This paralysis is debilitating during a move. Nine months ago our family uprooted ourselves from a perfectly lovely home in NC where we had friends, a church that we had become deeply invested in (with loving members who were mutually invested in us), and a familiarity with all the back roads and shortcuts that only comes from settling down and knowing a place like the back of your hand. I can still remember feeling turned around three or four years after we moved to Winston-Salem, a town most certainly not built on a grid. After ten years, however, I co...