Somewhere between the alter and the door.....

I heard a song with this title once, and it's had that "Stuck with me forever" kidna feel to it. The words were not only poetic but very telling of me at what appears to be every season of life.

Though my time at a physical alter has been scarce if any the past few years, and alter doesn't necessarily have to be a physical thing in my opinion. You can have alters in your house or even your mind. I don't mean this in a disrepectful way in the least nor do I mean to demean the presence of a physical alter in itself.

What I am meaning to say by this is I have had some of the most precious times of self reflection while in the car, in the shower, or elsewhere. Those in essence can be your "little alters".

I know today's post was supposed to be about Fascinating Womanhood. That is being put off for a few days.

This Sunday morning reflection of mine is why I'm here. To figure out why I am here. To figure out what in my life can be changed. To figure out what is good and what needs to go away. To figure out me.

So, somewhere between my little alters and the door, I get lost. I have such good intentions, and then they go away. They are so clear and so evident in my mind, and then once I get up from my "alter", they leave quickly.

I second guess myself.

I forget.

I let something or someone change my opinion or my perception.

I let things in life come between me and what I know to be the "right way".

My talk on Fascinating Womanhood had to be changed. Because  what I was planning on writing at first was truthful yes, but left somethings out. I can't be a good blogger or even a good "self reflectionist" if I leave out some facts.

So, from hence-forth, this blog will be totally true. Warts and scars and all.

After all, you may never find your pot of gold if you don't take some detours through a dark and scary forest right?