For years I’ve been working on getting the right title for Ani and Izzy’s story. This morning, as I’m mining my journals—in Volume 49—I found a chunk of notes for the book and this little gem: “…This should be called ‘Coming Clean.’”
In one way or another those two words describe every major and minor character’s journey. I can’t express how thrilled I am to know I’ve finally, finally nailed it.
(Past working titles included: Pants on Fire, Breaking Branches, Truth be Told, The Secrets we Keep).
Finding that felt like when I discover the sunglasses I tore my house up looking for were on my head the whole time.
I’ve been putting off this mining project for years and finally must do it to make forward progress on finishing this book and developing my journaling curriculum. More on both of those soon, no really- I’ll be back soon. I’ve had plenty to say lately but been sick (AGAIN?!) as well as very “mentally jumbled.”
Soon, I promise!
Meanwhile … here’s another random gem I found in this journal that describes a bit of what’s happening in this story (and, you know … life):
Life is not an after school special where interventions always work, friends and family come around and every apology is forgiven, amends neatly made, the past tidily in its place.
Real life, real addiction, real recovery, real people are messy.
People get hurt and bad things happen.
But people also heal and Grace happens.
If we let it.
And what ought to be universally known but (we each must learn alone) is that self help, healing, finding, and allowing Grace is up to each of us individually.
And even if someone you love doesn’t arrive at the same time as you, it doesn’t have to hold you back.
Yes, everyone winces when you turn the light on in a dark room, but you have a right—a responsibility—to shine your light and to not shrink from its brilliance.