For the past few weeks, I have been working on a book. I have been fully immersed in my story. It’s a story that has been waiting to be told for a very long while. It’s a story my heart wants to tell. More specifically, it’s a story my heart has been longing to tell, but just couldn’t. I wasn’t brave enough. I’m still not as brave as I need to be, but I’m hoping that as my story unfolds, my courage will, too. But for a while, the story was stuck. I had hit a dead end, with no where to turn and zero sense of direction. After some…