If I had a dollar for every blog I’ve ever started and
failed to keep up, I’d have about 3 dollars. It’s not that I have a writing
problem, more of a ‘sharing my thoughts and musings of the world online’
problem. I write in a journal and there is a lot more safety in writing for
myself than there is in writing for public consumption. But, the bad news is that
the Internet was invented and started changing everything. (If you don’t know
what it is, don’t feel bad. It’s relatively new.)
So, now I guess I have to get more serious about blogging. That
is if I can ever get over how ridiculous I feel saying the word blog.
My reason for writing to the world (or more realistically
the 5 people who will actually read this), is not because I am under the
illusion I will change lives and become a writing sensation. It’s not even to
influence others or produce profound thoughts. I simply want to share what I experience
in daily living, and how fulfilling it is learning to love where I’m at. I’ve
found true beauty in embracing what’s before me instead of always trying to
achieve something else or waiting for something else to bring about
satisfaction. I’m figuring out how to be more than ok with who I am and where I’m
at and what I have. Don’t get me wrong, dreaming is vital because hope is
essential. But I also think it might be possible that the best life is one
where reality is the attainable dream.
I plan on utilizing my blog to share stories of my own
self-discovery in loving Jesus and being loved by Him. I don’t think there can ever be enough written
about who we are as people, and the things that mold us into beings of life. Everybody
dies, but not everyone lives.
So, now I guess I am more serious about blogging.
