Each weekday morning, I have been working for a few minutes at a time on the book I am writing. It feels weird to say that. I set a timer for ten minutes and work on it and I am slowly making progress.
I know ten minutes does not seem like much, but this is such an emotional process for me, that ten minutes is about all I can handle.
It feels good to see things slowly coming together. I think it will be healing for me, and I truly hope that it will eventually help others who have gone through the same thing.
One of the books I read while Tom was ill was by Kate Bowler and it was called “Everything happens for a reason (and other lies I’ve loved)”. The thing I appreciated about that book was that she did not sugarcoat her story. She was raw and honest, and it really resonated with me. That’s the kind of book I hope to write.