So, this is attempt #2 at starting up a blog. (Sigh.) I've been going back and forth about why I should even make a go at keeping up with a blog, and as over-dramatic as it sounds, it's really been tearing me apart! Here's an example of the inner dialogue/ argument that I've had with myself nearly everyday for months now:
"You used to love to write, and you still do. It's a perfect outlet for you! Do it!"
"So what are going to blog about?"
"I don't know. Just stuff."
"Who do you think is going to read about 'just stuff?'"
"I don't know who will read it. I just want to start writing and sharing again. There's a lot rolling around in my noggin all the time, and I need a place that I can release it in a somewhat public forum."
"Like what?"
"Just stuff."
"Stuff that others care about?"
"Maybe. Even if no one really reads it, at least I'm putting something out there."
"So if no one reads your blog, what's the point?"
"The point is that I'm doing something instead of nothing."
"So why not just keep a journal?"
"It's not quite the same."
"If no one ever reads your blog, how is it not quite the same?"
"It's just not. Geez! We're being quite the downer, aren't we?"
"Just trying to think through everything. Don't want you to be disappointed when no one cares about what you have to say on your 'just stuff' blog."
"Ouch! Encourage much?!"
I wonder if this is a familiar inner dialogue to anyone but myself? After having this conversation with myself about a zillion times, I've decided that I'm just going to do it. Hopefully, in time there will be more of a focal point to this blog. In the meantime, I'm going to be obedient to the direction in which I believe God is leading me, throw insecurity to the wayside, be as transparent as possible, and peck away. Here we go!
Some things just shouldn't/can't be rushed. These are our turtles in life. They are slow and steady, but they'll reach the finish line in their own time. But we live in a white rabbit world, always hurrying, always rushing. The goal is not to reach the finish line first, disheveled and out of breath, but to finish well. Head held high, smiles on our faces, enjoying every moment.
Showing posts with label ability. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ability. Show all posts
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)