Link Love + Choosing to be Middling

Is it mediocrity? Is it laziness? Or it is faith?

There’s a big PS at the end of this post that I know a lot of you won’t want to miss ;)

A few months ago someone asked me why I wanted to write this novel specifically. I can’t say too much here without giving away the concept and I won’t be ready to do that for a while, but I did want to say a few words about choosing to be middling.

Long time readers are familiar with my love of the messy middle, the liminal space, or the gray area—and you can define those however you’d like to because they’re messy, liminal, or gray. As I grow (and hopefully mature), I find myself not clinging to the sides of the pool as much anymore, holding onto surety or bedrock certainty.

I’m surely not the first to talk about the difference between clinging to a poolside, a life preserver, or depending on a floating vest versus simply learning to swim. Learning to swim is an act of trust. Trust in the water maybe, but mostly in learning to trust your own self and ability to keep yourself afloat whether you are in three feet of water or three fathoms of water. The depth of the water doesn’t matter if you know how to buoy yourself.