Sometimes you just reach a breaking point. It’s not that you don’t care anymore or even that it’s not important anymore, but sometimes you just grow weary of the constant tension, the constant sensation of being “always on.” Because why wouldn’t that be exhausting? That’s sort of how I feel right now when it comes to Christian LGBTQ things and LGBTQ things in general, the dialogues, the conversations, the controversies, the debates, the activism, all of it. I feel burned out if I’m being completely honest.
In this post, I just want to share a random thought that I had this past week. Sound good? Okay 🙂
Anyone who knows me decently well knows that I am completely enamored with writing and everything about it. I love the way that well-written sentences flow and the satisfaction of using an obscure word correctly. I also love the sensation of a pen or pencil gliding over paper, weaving out your intangible thoughts onto something physical. And this infatuation with writing spills over into everything else in my life. Continue reading “a relationship rather than a religion”