I'm the Author of My Own Story
I've thought many times lately that I've wanted to write. I've wanted to share my thoughts and words with others...but then I felt stuck. I haven't felt that what I wanted to say was "important enough" which I know is silly. I've also not been sure what it was I was supposed to say or share. That happens sometimes. But today I've felt this pull in my heart telling me to sit down, and as I look out across my yard, I heard a little voice say "today...today just sit, write, and share your thoughts". So here I am xoxo
I had almost a whole blog post written and then I erased it all. Lately I've thought so many times about sitting down and writing but I freeze up, or don't even sit down to write. I've made excuses about not having the time, but I think it's mostly I don't know if what I write will matter to others. I want to write something meaningful. I want to write something that may help someone else. So then I think too much about what others will think of it that I don't even write.
You see since the time I was a little girl I've enjoyed writing. I would sit and write in my journals, I'd write poetry...I've thought of even someday writing a children's book, and about characters that I want to put in my stories. But for so long I've been too afraid. I've had a fear of it not being good enough. I've also thought so often lately that what I was going to write here in my blog wasn't going to be meaningful enough. But today I've told myself to stop worrying about what others think...because it could be enough for just one person, and that one person matters too.
Here's the thing...
we are the authors of our own story. WE decide if we're going to take that chance or not. We decide if we're going to make a difference in our own lives when we step out of bed in the morning. One of the many things I've learned from my mother passing is that I don't want to leave this earth wishing I had done more. Wishing I had given that dream I've had since I was a little girl just one more try.
I listened the other day to a podcast with Ed Mylett on his new book he's releasing called The Power of One More. It reminded me that tomorrow isn't promised and we need to live each day to the fullest. I'd give anything to have just one more day with my Mom. As I go through each day I have I want to remember that...because I don't want to have any regrets. I have the power to change my life and if I am given one more day to do that I want to use that gift God has given me to the fullest.
For as long as I can remember I've had a passion for writing and the arts. I used to sit for hours and draw and paint. I admired my grandfather's talent for painting and drawing. But over the years I have realized that even though I've always wanted to be an artist...to paint and draw...that God gave me a different gift. He gave me the gift of writing. It's taken me quite a few years to realize this, but I've been feeling a tug since my mother passed to put my thoughts and feelings into written word and to share it. I have 68 pages completed in a memoir I've been working on, but it just doesn't feel quite right yet. I'm still trying to find what that message is that I'm meant to share, and I hope you'll join me on the journey as I try to figure that out.
But for today please take this with you.
You have the power to write your own story. Your future is filled with blank pages that you're still writing. Our Lord may have the ending figured out, but you're going along for that ride. You need to listen, to take chances, to live this life that he's given you. You are the author of your story, so make it a great one!
~Much Love xoxo