Tuesday, September 25, 2012
at the root of it all.
i keep finding myself wondering when i found the time to blog before. like all of a sudden life seems so busy. as im transfering wet clothes into the dryer, or im rocking mia to sleep, or fixing bella a snack for the 10th time that day, or finding something for asher to work on when he gets home from school, or scrubbing baseboards, or getting orders filled, or taking pictures for the shop update, or getting ready for a couple of big market shows, or training for the half, or getting hair cuts, or making lunches, or watching old episodes of CSI into the late hours of the night with brandon
....i keep thinking when did i find the time?
truth is, life is really not any busier than usual. i mean we are in a new season for sure. it's a different one, and i am learning the rhythm of it all. of being a mom to school age kids, a toddler who doesnt stop, a pre-schooler needing tons of attention, a business owner, and a wife to a pastor....
when i was a little girl, i remember the first time i read something i had written to my parents. i sat on the end of their bed and read it out loud. they would always tell me what a great writer i was. that i would write a book one day.
at the root of it all. all of these roles.... i love to write. i am not the best writer. i'm really not even a writer i don't think. at least not by defintion. whatever the defintion is, cause i actually don't know. but anyway, what im saying is that, i like to write. and this blog is an outlet for me to do that. to share my heart and my thoughts and stories. i like to tell stories. i like to make people laugh and smile. i like to entertain people and make them feel good. to encourage and inspire.
so maybe my life is different right now. maybe i rarely find a minute to sit down and gather enough thoughts to type them out in a cohesive manner. but writing is part of me. who i am. who i was made to be. and the truth is that finding time is just an excuse i've been using.
i've let other things get in the way. distract me. rob me of what i really love to do.
i heard my brother in law say it this weekend--- "comparison is the thief of joy"
i nodded my head as if i knew that. like it was a really good word... for someone else.
but then i realized, maybe i needed it for me.
i have read posts by other people before about why they blog. i sort of struggled with my "why's"...is it because i have a story to tell? of hope, and joy? of loss and heartache? of redepemption and grace? yes.
is it because i want to document our life, for our kids, for their grandkids? yes.
is it because i like to connect with other people and encourage and relate and inspire something in them? yes.
is it just because i like to write? yes.
i don't have one specific reason for why i blog. i don't have to have a reason.
you don't have to have a reason for doing whatever it is you like to do. you don't have to follow rules or fall into a category.
figure out who you are at the root of it all. deep down, what your heart wants to do. what your passions are and your gifts. and then do them.
don't look to the right or the left, look ahead.
and just do them.
part of this is for me. reminders for myself too.
because at the root of it all...im just a girl who likes to write.
who may not be the best at it, or may not follow rules. who doesn't always use proper punctuation and hardly uses spell check.
just a girl who likes to write.
i think we all have something that is just part of who we are. that needs to come out. that flows straight from us freely. easily.
i think it's a gift. i think it's not for us to keep.
it's just there. at the root of it all.