Bless, It Is What It Is

This blog will hopefully be a never-ending process of becoming, maturing, and evolving - as I am.

As I wrote my last post, I realized that the whole premise of this blog is shifting. The direction entirely re-routing. And I'm loving the free-flow of thought as I hold this project loosely.

In my journaling today, I began an internal dialogue which led me to the following - I believe - beautiful thoughts:

"Write your truth, Grace. Speak your truth - if for no one else - but you. Write your truth, and find others who write and speak their truth, too. Be inspired by their bravery to speak what lies beneath - perhaps just under the surface. Truths which undoubtedly speak to the comfortable, protected, one dimensional status-quo of this world.

You who feel inglorious - speak your truth! Speak your (un)glorious truths. Let your journals be declarations of such heart-yearning, confused, vulnerable utterances; admittances of true feelings given space to breathe.

Seek out and offer balanced perspective to the triumph of the human spirit, for we do not triumph without struggle and heartache. So let this be the marker to the other; that one cannot exist without the other. And that is alright.

For the fodder of what is made within the warring trenches of the heart and mind is inglorious. It is inherently so, for the beautiful darkness that is the making of triumph is and will always be, (un)glorious."

So, after numerous angsty posts attempting to retain some semblance of my christian identity, I am officially re-identifying this blog - and in consequence, myself. Freeing myself from a life-long, self-mutilating identifier that has been for me, uniquely Christian.

I am human. I am Grace. And unglorious is a spiritually impartial, real world transparent, optimistically heretical, freshly humanist, wholly absurdist blog. 

And I seek humans to join me in telling this story. This story of life. This story of lives attempting their best. This story of finishing our sentences. And of allowing ourselves to go there - looking over the edge, into the depth and saying, 'ah fuck it.' I'm willing to authentically question what I've always held to be true - either by choice or forced circumstance. I'm in this to find my truth. 

And this, this is where I want to go from here. The edge, the abyss, the depth. I feel exhilaration there. I'm already experiencing freedom and love there. And there is something even greater within. 

There is acceptance. There is the gold of self-actualized self.

So welcome, again - to myself, first and foremost - to unglorious. Let's see what gold can be found on the precipice.