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Rejected and Redirected

I’ve decided to come back to the world of blogging. I wrestled with it but I felt God leading me to build something of my own. I wasted so much valuable time trying to be accepted in other writing circles that weren’t super inviting or receiving of what I brought to the table, that I almost forgot that there is a need for my brand of creativity. Sometimes, what we want and even who we want to see us or accept us, doesn’t deserve us. I’ve had the opportunity to have some experiences with different platforms where I was able to write, but not necessarily have the freedom to write about the things I want to write about. Whenever I shared my ideas with some of these platforms, I received a number of “thanks but no thanks” responses, and was completely ignored. Silly me, thinking I’d be received with open arms. This is a good thing though. Anyways, I’m taking what I have and building. It’s some great, thought-provoking, inspiring, and encouraging stuff and I’m going to make some waves. I’ve decided to do my own thing and create my own opportunities. Rejection can sting, but I’m learning the benefits of how it can serve as a catalyst for redirection, and I’m diving in. Making Waves was originally going to be a collection of short stories but I’ve decided to go another route. I’ll still share those stories and more, but in a different and better way. Stay tuned. The tides will be rising… feels so good to be back. 

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