If the Shoe Fits, It Doesn’t Mean I Wore It

Every now and then, I hear from someone who reads one of my blog posts and asks, “Are you okay?” Or sometimes, more pointedly: “Was that about me?”

Let me offer a gentle truth: Sometimes, a post is inspired by something personal. Other times, it might be drawn from stories I’ve heard, books I’ve read, or even situations I’ve simply observed from the passenger seat. Writing, for me, is more like painting an abstract—dabs of paint from many sources blotched together to warm a bigger conversation.

To be clear, if I ever need to have a conversation directly, I believe in speaking with love and respect, but not in sending subliminal, passive-aggressive blog smoke signals. 

If you see yourself in my words, it could be because certain truths echo widely. It doesn’t mean I aimed them at you. And if you know me well enough and recognize a part of me, I welcome that, too. But know this: just because a story resonates doesn’t mean it’s a revelation.

That said… I’ll admit, sometimes it is about me. And I won’t lie—it’s kind of fun to see who connects the dots. It’s like planting breadcrumbs in a parable, hoping someone spots the shimmer of something familiar. Sometimes the best way to tell the truth is to dress it in a little mystery and humor.

I’m honored you’re reading my stuff. My hope is that each post is a mirror, not a magnifying glass—something that invites reflection, not assumption. Let’s keep finding meaning together, without needing to pin the stories to one author or one life alone.  Be blessed! wcd