It was the first day of seventh grade. New lockers. Lockers period. A long mysterious hallway full of, gulp, teenagers. You’d think it made an impression.
I don’t remember a second of it.
I remember snatches of seventh grade, but for the most part, it blurs in there between sixth grade pranks and eighth grade domination. Seventh grade was a new start in a strange land where I was clueless.
I’ve experienced that out-of-my-league feeling many times since, and it’s not a comfy place. Transition rips you away from the things that gave you confidence and plops you in the middle of people who expect you to prove yourself all over again.
It’s exactly where I am now.
For the past few years I’ve enjoyed developing my writing voice here at More Than the Ancients. It’s been fun to meet you through comments you post, and I’ve learned I looooove writing.
What’s bugged me, though, is that I haven’t been able to narrow my focus in this blog to any specific topic. I’ve talked about going on a vacation when I didn’t want to, the history of womankind in the past century, and the smell of dirt. Fun things for me to talk about, but for you, the reader, I’ve come up short. And it’s bugged me.
So I’ve been praying for months about something that would be more focused. Something that would allow me to offer a platform to older women chock full of wisdom but who don’t believe anyone wants to listen to them.
Months I’ve prayed. Then one morning the name hit me. From Proverbs 14:1, “Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands.” THAT WAS IT! That was what I wanted to be. And I desperately needed to learn to build my house and stop plucking it down with my hands.
Just about that time, things just plunked into place allowing me to start the website and podcast I’d been praying about. If you’re not familiar with podcasts, a podcast is just a fancy word for do-it-yourself radio broadcast.
Now I could interview wise women and share the conversation with my readers!
So I did.
And it’s been wonderful.
Because here at More Than the Ancients, it’s easy to post. I’ve been blogging here for years, and I have so many posts under my belt that Google somehow makes my posts visible to the masses.
At my new site, I’m back at the beginning. Nobody knows it’s there unless they’re my friend and I tell them. (If you’ve subscribed to More Than the Ancients, you are my friend.:) So it’s a lot like stepping into seventh grade.
It’s a blur. I don’t know what I don’t know. Suddenly I’m vulnerable to all these questions I never asked myself when I was blogging here. “Is this even worth it?” “Should I quit?” “Does this matter?” Even though I believe this is what I should be doing.
So this year as my son enters seventh grade, I pray I can identify with him a bit easier than if I were completely sure of myself. He may have some hard days. But at the end of the day, he is loved. As he is.
And so am I.
And so are you.
Do you ever revert back to juvenile thinking when you go through transitions? What helps you push through it?
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