Credentials? Courage? Calling?

I don’t have a PhD attached to the end of my name.
I don’t even know how to change my brakes.
And if I’m being fully honest—
most days, I barely remember what I’m supposed to do next.

But does that define me?
My abilities?
My knowledge?

It doesn’t.
It never did.
And the older I get, the more I understand—
it won’t.

I’m not speaking for anyone else.
I’m just speaking for me.

Einstein once said imagination holds more value than education.
I believe that.
Because most of us?
We traded imagination for obligation.

We laid it down quietly—
when responsibilities took over,
when life got louder,
when becoming “capable” became the goal.

But I don’t think it was supposed to cost that much.

Somewhere along the way, we stopped listening to the silence.
We stopped trusting what came through when everything else was still.
And we started waiting for permission.
To try.
To create.
To speak.
To begin.

But what if you didn’t need permission?
What if the voice that guided you as a child—
the one that imagined, built, wondered, and believed—
was never meant to be silenced?

What if that was your calling all along?

Jesus was a carpenter. He didn’t have a degree.
You know His name.
What’s your name?

March 24, 2025
—Angela
the voice beneath Daughter, Unwritten.

The Start Was Never the Point

You don’t always know when something begins.
Sometimes it’s not the starting line that changes you—
it’s the fact that you kept going long before anyone noticed.

That’s what this is.
Not a first step.
A continuation.
One that’s been happening quietly, under the surface, for a long time.

So no, this isn’t polished.
It’s not finished.
But it’s true.
And that’s what matters most to me.

You don’t need the whole picture to share what you have.
You just need to be willing to say:
I’m here now.
And that’s enough.

March 23, 2025
—just the beginning.