I’m done. I’m done wasting my time on this addictive game. I was at level 60, a mere 100 levels behind my daughter. I woke up this morning thinking about my new lives and my new level, and I thought REALLY? You have nothing better to do? Aren’t you supposed to be writing a book?
I took my iPad and pressed it until I got the little red circle with the minus sign and sent Candy Crush to Far Far Away. You know that place–where Shrek, Fiona and Donkey went. I don’t know if I will have a sugar crash, but so far so good. I figure if I keep busy doing “real” things, I won’t miss lining up little candies and hoping for the one with the sprinkles on top.
The real thing I found was my old Bible. The book I am writing is a fictionalized version of the time in my life when I was involved in a church called The Bible Speaks. Words like cult and brain washing were just coming out back then. I was the worst kind of Christian–the kind who thinks only her church is right and everyone else is going to hell. I’m so glad those days of judging other people’s souls are over.
When I opened the Bible, I saw the page below. I was 15 back then (and they spelt my last name wrong). Thumbing through the pages I found the notes of an intense young woman anxious to write down every word the pastor spoke. I also found a rose pressed in wax paper from my mother’s funeral. I had a hard time falling asleep that night with all those memories stirred up from the past. But I am looking forward to a new celebration – writing pages of my story instead of winning a level of whatever that game was!
