Tonight I've come to the realization that I hate writing things that feel too "formal" (not to be confused with dressing formal, which I love). This means I'm doing a lot of paragraph cutting. I guess if I'm applying to enter a program for a graduate certificate in Christian studies, I probably shouldn't talk about odd changes my body makes when it's been under extended periods of anxiety. And I should probably talk less like I'm writing a blog post. And maybe still be honest, but not in a blunt way that can be misunderstood or something.
This is going to take way longer than I anticipated.
And now, an excerpt from "Suzie's Unused Paragraphs from a Too-Casual Autobiographical Statement:"
Since then, I have stepped into leadership roles as I have felt God guide me. A lot of the time I don’t even like leading. It makes me nervous and scared and sometimes even causes burps or hiccups. But I dislike ignoring God even more. So I've jumped into learning to lead a discussion group (still not my favorite), learning to disciple young women (has anyone really figured that one out?), and learning that leading is a lot less about meetings and know-how, and a lot more about making yourself available, admitting your failures, learning from those failures, and being okay with changing plans because apparently that’s how God wanted it to all work out anyway.
Time to call it a night and try again tomorrow.