In no other way could I have known how many cymbals, sirens and bulldozers were tromping around in my head, frolicking like job-less teens in the summertime, except by stepping away from my job for two months.
The noise was deafening, overwhelming.
What percentage of the noise was inner critic or outer, I don’t know. What percentage was actual mistakes or unrealistic expectations? I won’t waste time attempting a tally.
I’m enjoying this rest. Creator God, this is very good.
Category: life