Hello, old friend...
Hey friends! I've had a realization. To you it may seem a pretty silly realization. A "duh" moment. But you know how life goes. Sometimes we need those moments in life.
My lightbulb moment revolves around writing. I've always loved writing, loved words, loved exploring different ways of expressing myself. Nighttime often found the younger me crouched under my blankets with my battery-powered travel-size lantern glowing and ipod playing atmospheric soundtrack music. I'd think . . . feel . . . and write. It's always been one of my things.
I needed it.
Craved it.
Understood from it.
Healed because of it.
My writings have always varied greatly in topic and form, from journaling and fun "thematic word spewing" exercises to summarizing the Lord of the Rings in sing-song verse (oh yes, I did... something that brings me both great pride and "facepalm" embarrassment).
Then life started happening. . . more. And then some more. High school ended and college began. Dating and boyfriends and breakups made life complicated. I made some dear cherished friends. Assignments kept me up in the night. There was always something going on. Family stuff, friend stuff, school stuff, church stuff, personal stuff. Stuff. And I let one of my greatest therapies and passions collect dust because, well, I was writing for school already and occasionally journaling, and it was hard to find time for anything else.
Well, life never slowed down. Rather, it barreled me forward into a beautiful life full of joy, tears, sorrows, immense learning curves, and so much love.
Flash forward several years. I'm 6 years into an incredible forever of marriage with my dearest friend, the one who "gets me" and loves me deeply and purposefully despite my many quirks and imperfections. I'm a mother to 4 precious children, ages 4 and under. Was my original life plan to be married at 20 and have 4 children at 26? Not exactly. Would I wish to go back or change it? Never. I am who I am today because of it and because of everything the Lord has placed before me and allowed me to experience. And I'm grateful.
In 26 short years of living, I've felt out-of-this-world joy hearing the laughter of my children and stroking their soft heads while they lean on my chest. I've laughed till I cried. I've felt the desperate dark pit of anxiety and depression that can feel at times like it'll never go away. I've seen it hurt others around me. I've seen blessings and miracles, divorces and deaths. I've had incredible spiritual confirmations that God knows me and knows exactly what I need so much better than I do.
He also knows I need to write. I don't know all the reasons, but I definitely know some. And nothing will ever happen if I don't start . . . and then keep going. Life is short, sometimes too short. Too much times dwindles by, wasted by unnecessary or detrimental activities and thoughts. I've decided for myself, it's time to make time for one of my favorite and most important passions in life.
So here I am. I know I want to publish someday. (I've published small articles thru an online publisher's website, and I've written copy and blog articles for various businesses on their websites, but I feel like there are other things I'm meant to publish.) This is my new start. On this blog, I will share thoughts or ideas that are profound and important to me, lessons I've learned, experiences I've had, moments with my kids, perhaps some original poetry and prose, and whatever else I feel like writing and sharing.
I love learning and enjoying life together with others. There is so much we can all learn from each other. So if anything comes to your mind in reading this or future posts, please share with me! I'm seriously all ears.
There are two definitions of "realization" that pop up when you Google the word. (Do you like how I used Google as a verb? Ugh. What is this world coming to?)
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My lightbulb moment revolves around writing. I've always loved writing, loved words, loved exploring different ways of expressing myself. Nighttime often found the younger me crouched under my blankets with my battery-powered travel-size lantern glowing and ipod playing atmospheric soundtrack music. I'd think . . . feel . . . and write. It's always been one of my things.
I needed it.
Craved it.
Understood from it.
Healed because of it.
My writings have always varied greatly in topic and form, from journaling and fun "thematic word spewing" exercises to summarizing the Lord of the Rings in sing-song verse (oh yes, I did... something that brings me both great pride and "facepalm" embarrassment).
Then life started happening. . . more. And then some more. High school ended and college began. Dating and boyfriends and breakups made life complicated. I made some dear cherished friends. Assignments kept me up in the night. There was always something going on. Family stuff, friend stuff, school stuff, church stuff, personal stuff. Stuff. And I let one of my greatest therapies and passions collect dust because, well, I was writing for school already and occasionally journaling, and it was hard to find time for anything else.
Well, life never slowed down. Rather, it barreled me forward into a beautiful life full of joy, tears, sorrows, immense learning curves, and so much love.
Flash forward several years. I'm 6 years into an incredible forever of marriage with my dearest friend, the one who "gets me" and loves me deeply and purposefully despite my many quirks and imperfections. I'm a mother to 4 precious children, ages 4 and under. Was my original life plan to be married at 20 and have 4 children at 26? Not exactly. Would I wish to go back or change it? Never. I am who I am today because of it and because of everything the Lord has placed before me and allowed me to experience. And I'm grateful.
In 26 short years of living, I've felt out-of-this-world joy hearing the laughter of my children and stroking their soft heads while they lean on my chest. I've laughed till I cried. I've felt the desperate dark pit of anxiety and depression that can feel at times like it'll never go away. I've seen it hurt others around me. I've seen blessings and miracles, divorces and deaths. I've had incredible spiritual confirmations that God knows me and knows exactly what I need so much better than I do.
He also knows I need to write. I don't know all the reasons, but I definitely know some. And nothing will ever happen if I don't start . . . and then keep going. Life is short, sometimes too short. Too much times dwindles by, wasted by unnecessary or detrimental activities and thoughts. I've decided for myself, it's time to make time for one of my favorite and most important passions in life.
So here I am. I know I want to publish someday. (I've published small articles thru an online publisher's website, and I've written copy and blog articles for various businesses on their websites, but I feel like there are other things I'm meant to publish.) This is my new start. On this blog, I will share thoughts or ideas that are profound and important to me, lessons I've learned, experiences I've had, moments with my kids, perhaps some original poetry and prose, and whatever else I feel like writing and sharing.
I love learning and enjoying life together with others. There is so much we can all learn from each other. So if anything comes to your mind in reading this or future posts, please share with me! I'm seriously all ears.
There are two definitions of "realization" that pop up when you Google the word. (Do you like how I used Google as a verb? Ugh. What is this world coming to?)
- "an act of becoming fully aware of something as a fact."
- "the fulfillment or achievement of something desired or anticipated."
In starting this blog, hopefully I'm doing both.
And if you have another 10 minutes to kill, here's an inspiring speech I enjoyed:
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