Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Thursday, March 31st, 2016

  1. I’m acutely aware of the fact that I am healthy enough to watch myself go through this difficult time, without choosing a vice to numb the situation. As hard as it is, I am grateful to be feeling the feelings and not hiding them behind work, shopping, food, or drink.
  2. The friend that reaches out and says “Should we sit in the sun tomorrow and talk?” Yes friend. YES. Thank you Monique.
  3. The moments…the ones when the sun goes down and I sit in a dark quiet living room and suddenly a computer screen is lit up in front of me and I’m writing. Not well. Not quickly. But I’m writing. And I’m reminded that THEY do not define me. The work does not DEFINE me. I fucking define me. God fucking defines me. And I’m FUCKING grateful.

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