Faces

I hate talking on the phone. One reason is that I need to see faces. When I talk with people, their expressions tell me so much.  Nods and smiles are wonderfully encouraging.  Eye rolls are annoying but informative. Quizical looks help me know I need to explain more.  Then there's the sort-of blank and confused look.  I get that a lot.  It tells me that I'm sounding like someone from another planet to them, whatever that would sound like.

Yesterday I got that look from my therapist, followed by an eye roll.  She'd asked me to talk about how I decided to go to seminary and become a pastor.  I wanted to write, and considered going for an MFA, but, I told her, that seemed too self-serving.  That's when I got the look.

It does seem more silly now.  If I could go back and do it over, would I choose differently?  Maybe.  But maybe not.  At the time, I was writing lots of blogs about scripture passages that piqued my interest.  So seminary seemed like the more logical choice, I suppose.

Now all I write are sermons.  I rarely post on this blog, and I haven't been journaling much either.  Why?  It's complicated.

But today I am writing.  And my plan is to do this daily.  Anne Lamott, the beloved writing mentor (see Bird by Bird) says that's the way to do it.  Write every day.

So we'll see how this goes.

(face(s) did you make while reading this blog?)

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Photo by Christopher Campbell on Unsplash, Photo by Zulmaury Saavedra on Unsplash, Photo by Jota Lao on Unsplash, Photo by nrd on Unsplash but not necessarily in that order.