Becoming Colin
by Colin F. Watson
Finding out who I am when I stop asking permission to be me.
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I STOPPED BEING ME
Conversation With God — October 7, 2026 It’s Tuesday morning, 6:32 a.m. I think I’ve been awake since around 4:30. I don’t feel overly tired. I don’t feel particularly rested either. I have no
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FOR MORE THAN 20 YEARS, I TRIED TO BECOME THE MAN MY WIFE REMEMBERED.
I was reflecting on yesterday’s post as I was reading through it and getting ready to share it on Instagram. Revisiting the climb, the chase, the pursuit, the eventual acquisition,
He Who Works His Land Shall Prosper
Maybe prosperity is no longer the prize I receive for working my land. Maybe the ability to lovingly work the land is prosperity itself.
I Don’t Need to Know Where This Road Ends.
I don’t need to know whether JJ and I find our way back to each other. Today I only need to be here. Maybe that is faith.
The Armor Is Coming Off
Maybe God isn’t stripping my life away. Maybe He is stripping away everything I thought I needed to protect myself.
Maybe the Image Needed to Die.
I allowed the image to stand. And maybe the scariest part of Becoming Colin is that I am no longer willing to let the image tell the whole story.
One Human Being Was Never Supposed to Carry Every Part of Me
I made JJ my everything. On the surface that sounds romantic as hell. But one human being was never supposed to carry every part of me.