
Hello and Happy Friday!
Most Fridays I join the lovely little community over at Five Minute Friday, with a weekly writing prompt by Kate. This week’s word is Middle…
I hear it all of the time honestly, middle…
You don’t know what I’m in the middle of.
I’m sorry, Ive been in the middle of ________.
I think the biggest thing standing against me is that I’m a middle child.
Middle child, middle of divorce, middle of a big project… We seem to, as a people, keep ourselves purposefully stuck in a middle. We allow this seemingly negative space to hold us captive to something else, even when those somethings may lead to better, even desired new spaces for us. There may be some honesty within our middles, but we also use our middle as an excuse- as a crutch…
There are many overused, yet accurate, statements such as the middle of the road, or middle class, which also- though not technically negative, are infused with just the right amount of something unpleasant that we equate them as such.
Let’s be honest- middle is safe, most of the time. (and not in a really great, rescuing us from danger sort of way) We walk the middle line, metaphorically, so that we don’t have to decide or claim ownership of a commitment completely. If we don’t actually decide, or choose, then we can’t be wrong. If we we aren’t wrong, we won’t fail. While these subconscious patterns elude us into believing we are being responsible, we are inhibiting our personal growth.
Sometimes we will veer from our safe middle ground, and we will get hurt. That’s ok. This is how we grow.
What if we tried to drive down the middle of the road? We would cause absolute disaster. The middle may sometimes be the best choice, (obviously not when driving) but the middle isn’t as safe we often want to believe.
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Since I have you here, I wanted to share a few things SUPER quick, so that we can get on with our reading of other Middle themed posts and (Hallelujah!) our weekend!
- There is a new season of Heartland, on UPTV and I’ve linked a teaser for you!
- Our new episode of the Collective Podcast features an interview with writer Brie Jacobson, as she shares her story about surviving the Route 91 Music Festival shooting, in October of 2017.
- Lastly, I did CampNanoWrimo this month and finished a 50,000 word writing challenge! So much lay ahead, regarding this precious (to me) manuscript of mine. I’m hoping to have the first draft done very soon, and move into editing. I have such a supportive readership, and so I wanted to thank YOU for that! This is as much our project, as it is mine. We’re all in this together….
This is a great, thought-provoking post! I hadn’t thought about how we can use the middle as an escape or crutch, or cling to it as a place of safety, but it’s true, we do that at times. Visiting from FMF#19.
There’s no safety at the center,
there’s no safety anywhere
from a portal death may enter,
and he will find you there.
There’s no safety in believing
that you can outrun the fate
that even now your heart is grieving
for you’ve left so much too late.
The only safety in our grasp
reaches out from long ago
and evergreen, is there to clasp
our hand, and hold the breaking bough.
In leaping from the Cliff of Harms
we’re caught up in His safe strong arms.
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Great reminder Misty…veering from the middle can bring growth! Visiting from FMF #9
Blessings,
Lynne
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