Sunday morning

Sunday morning in our house...

... John on the couch with his laptop, watching the Formula One race from Spain

... Biscuits and sausage for breakfast, because we had pancakes last Sunday morning

... Sarah playing in her high chair next to her Daddy, also watching the race

... Me, enjoying one extra cup of coffee while getting ready for church (and kind of loving in secret the 11:00 service, since I don't have to rush around.)


And my book shall be entitled...

Things I would not believe had I not lived them.

Much too much to go into a great deal of detail on the blog, and suffice to say for a multitude of reasons I cannot go into much detail. However, I will say that there are some behaviors for which I have a very low tolerance.

There was a time in life I would have loved the gossipy things. At this point, the gossipy things are useless. I've no time for them.

I am considering this more gentle nudging that I am moving in the right direction with this larger plan of mine, and am using this frustration as my fuel source, especially days like today when it seems like everything is crashing down on me.

I have this printed at my desk, and believe me I am looking at it more and more every day:

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior." Isaiah 43:2-3

I try to not be too preachy of a person, however this is something I cling to, particularly in times like these.

And until I can divulge more, just imagine the most ridiculous scenario you could possibly imagine. Multiply that times ten and you might be close to where I sit.


Just Write

So, I was reading HR Idealist - Time to Get a Little Personal and realizing that although I'm not busy with the same kinds of things, I take the very same approach to blogging.

I feel like blog posts are akin to me speaking at a podium in a large auditorium, with a room of people who may or may not like what I have to say, agree with it, and who have free rein to critique. And not only can they critique the content, they can give unsolicited feedback about style, colors, fonts, frequency... anything.

So my goal is to simply write at least twice a week. That's a starting point. It doesn't have to be a carefully written analysis of anything, or a super-descriptive outline of everything going on. I just have to write.

It may not seem like it from my lack of posting, but I love to write. I "write" things in my head all the time, I just am horrible about putting them to paper. I get busy with the other things, the busy-ness of life, and I don't put them down.

So that's the goal. Get past the idea that I'm in an auditorium about to get red marks all over my posts. Just write.