I spent the better part of my day at my local Italian hospital waiting for and receiving an iron infusion (I’m very anemic). My husband was with me and we were sitting in the waiting room surrounded by the iconography of my religion when he said something that lit a spark in me that is burning like a bonfire in my brain.
I don’t know if it was divine intervention or the fact, that for the first time in a long time I, at present have adequate levels of iron in my system. (This was my third treatment).
A photo’s worth a thousand words huh..? Despite what this photo looks like, my Beloved, isn’t praying he’d actually dozed off. That’s not blood, but iron in the IV. Promise.
I like to think it was a little bit of both.
For the first time in a long time I feel like I can actually think with some clarity with regards to telling a story, even if my brain is ablaze.
I have a lot of work to do and I’m thrilled.
I’m about to go all Big Bad Wolf, and huff and puff all over this story, until it’s a wild fire of words. I’ll worry about water hoses some other time…maybe never.
Nicole Olea’s love language is communication. She does this best using her keyboard as a freelance copywriter and editor. Creative and resilient with high-level experience in social media management, content creation, and eCommerce marketing, Nicole Olea was a professional volunteer, sharing her skills with various non-profit organizations who paid her in hugs. For the last 20 years, she’s lived a quasi-nomadic life, moving across the country and the Atlantic with her active-duty husband and their three kids. She’s awkwardly stumbling toward her goal of becoming a saint. She’s got God-sized dreams and wants you to have them too!
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