This is the title of one of the book I’m currently writing. It picks up where my two previous autobiographical books left off. Stumbling Toward Heaven tells of my battles with cancer. Not an enemy to give up easily, it has demanded a rematch, so I find myself prepping for a second bone marrow transplant on July 26. I will be in Denver for three months afterward while I grow a new immune system.
I plan to keep writing as my health improves but Outgrowing My Skin won’t be another cancer book. It will be more along the lines of We Will Be Landing Shortly, which sketches my spiritual journey from Catholic youth through Evangelical adulthood to my current state of spiritual nomad.
Outgrowing some things is natural and healthy. I’m thankful to be past puberty, pimples and proms. I’ve said goodbye to Santa and the Easter Bunny. I’ve progressed from infantile emotions through teen angst to early onset Alzheimer’s. But I’ve also outgrown my earlier ideas about God, truth, the Bible, prayer, the afterlife and other vital beliefs. I still have them, just in different iterations.
Outgrowing is my ongoing journey of discovery. Obviously I want to influence others or I wouldn’t spend the time and emotional energy it takes to write. But not everyone will agree with my processes or conclusions, nor should they. I don’t even agree with myself half the time.
I believe I’m headed in the right direction but I doubt I’m taking the shortest, safest route to get there. I’m a curious traveler who wanders off the trail and into the weeds.
What can I say; I like to poke my nose into things.