I'm in the home stretch of writing my thesis for Seminary (for those of you who play close attention, I got an extension and it is now due this Saturday. Long story.) on Flannery O'Connor's Theology of Disability. I've learned a lot about theology, disability, and O'Connor, but the unexpected blessing of the past three months of research has been reading O'Connor's collected letters in The Habit of Being.
One example for today:
"I never completely forget myself except when I am writing and I am never more completely myself than when I am writing."