I miss writing so much. When I’m not writing, I’m thinking about what I’m going to write about when I get the chance.
Then the chance comes, and I don’t take advantage of it. Sound familiar?
I have this constant swirl of words and ideas spinning around in my head, and don’t take the time I should to let them out. I don’t know how I would operate without a million things to do and think and dream about. I wonder what my life would be like if my brain was empty. Well, maybe not empty. Just quiet.
Would I be more productive?
Would I be a better wife/mother/friend/etc?
Would I be a better manager of my time?
I have been convicted lately that I need to focus on the task at hand. Instead of juggling multiple things at once, I need to devote my time to the present, and live fully in it. Live life rather than simply pass time.
That is my prayer for myself and my blog. I need to do focus on doing a few things well, instead of lots of things adequately.
Whew. Getting that out makes me feel so much better. Is it the writing of the words or the attention I gave to my thoughts that brings a flood of peace over me?
Whatever it is, I’ll take it. And try to accept the gift of peace instead of analyze why it came.
Wish me luck!