First of all, welcome to my new blog. Hopefully some of my day-to-day experiences and random thoughts will, in some way, mean something to someone. If not, here's to the use of blogging as a back-up therapist -- Cheers! I've decided to title each post as its chronological number rather than try to sum up my hodge-podge of thoughts into a 2-4 word title in hopes that it will entice you to read on... so here's #1...
I've been pondering the thought of writing a book about the last 2+ years of my life, not to be published, but because writing is how I communicate best, even with myself. It helps to put my thoughts on paper, helps me gain a greater understanding of why I think and feel the way I do. Knowing this about me, my therapist has suggested time and time again that I start a journal, "even if it's one online" she said. Similar to every other task she has lovingly suggested, I regret to say that I've put it off. So why am I here now? Good question. We had a wonderful service in church today, with talks about having hope and a Sunday School lesson on praying and having faith. On our way home Logan fell asleep and I was alone with my thoughts for a few minutes (nice little gift of time). I received a gut-wretching feeling (yes, I just said gut-wretching) that it would be in my best interest to write down my experiences, thoughts, feelings, highs and lows...full exposure! I had to stop using the excuse that my life is boring, that no one would ever read it and I'd feel lame for even writing it in the first place. But I realized that I'm not doing this for anyone else but Logan and me. In reality how many people will my simple blog impact?? Maybe 2 or 3 at best. But I believe it will help me become a stronger, more self-assured and independent woman and most importantly, a clear-minded, patient, spiritually active mother.
And so, here I am! Flaws and strengths, happy times and sad, crazy busy and bored and lonely, you'll read about all of it. I often look at my very talented and creative older sisters and wonder how that gene skipped me, but who knows... writing might be creative outlet... we'll see. I hope, for your sakes, that it remains interesting. :)
I've been pondering the thought of writing a book about the last 2+ years of my life, not to be published, but because writing is how I communicate best, even with myself. It helps to put my thoughts on paper, helps me gain a greater understanding of why I think and feel the way I do. Knowing this about me, my therapist has suggested time and time again that I start a journal, "even if it's one online" she said. Similar to every other task she has lovingly suggested, I regret to say that I've put it off. So why am I here now? Good question. We had a wonderful service in church today, with talks about having hope and a Sunday School lesson on praying and having faith. On our way home Logan fell asleep and I was alone with my thoughts for a few minutes (nice little gift of time). I received a gut-wretching feeling (yes, I just said gut-wretching) that it would be in my best interest to write down my experiences, thoughts, feelings, highs and lows...full exposure! I had to stop using the excuse that my life is boring, that no one would ever read it and I'd feel lame for even writing it in the first place. But I realized that I'm not doing this for anyone else but Logan and me. In reality how many people will my simple blog impact?? Maybe 2 or 3 at best. But I believe it will help me become a stronger, more self-assured and independent woman and most importantly, a clear-minded, patient, spiritually active mother.
And so, here I am! Flaws and strengths, happy times and sad, crazy busy and bored and lonely, you'll read about all of it. I often look at my very talented and creative older sisters and wonder how that gene skipped me, but who knows... writing might be creative outlet... we'll see. I hope, for your sakes, that it remains interesting. :)
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