i sit down at the end of the day tallying all of the things i have left to do. then i throw the list out the window in favor of a good book. or coach t. or just a little shuteye while the boys drift off to sleep. as my mind shuts down, i am reminded that the things we want don't always fall into our laps. that we have choices. and accountability. that we are the example others might live by. as sweet pea told me the other day, we are the light. we can give the extra effort. we can give forgiveness. and use compassion. it's good to dream big. to go the extra mile. to really stretch ourselves and utilize our talents. that all the reasons we give for not doing something are sometimes the reasons we should.
not too long ago someone sweet sent me an email. it landed in my inbox at the moment i asked myself why do i do this (blog)? does anyone hear what i'm saying? she was my answer that day. it's hard for me to put myself out there. it's hard for me to let the words go. especially when i'm not sure where they are received. i dream about them. i gather them. but often they just fall short of meaning or relevancy. and they drift away with my thoughts into the night.
what is your big dream? i want to know. this is a blog of few comments. so, here is my challenge to you blog reader. answer me. comment. please.
My dream was to find the light at the end of the tunnel - but someone suggested that, instead of looking for it, I could be that light! Shine on and lead the way - but take time to smell the roses. Love always
ReplyDeleteI can identify with "does anyone hear what i'm saying?" In fact, sort of abandoned my blog in January due to feeling like I'm out there alone, just chatting away to myself! I do plan to try to start again soon. Spring always is a new beginning, right? Right.
ReplyDeleteDreams - I will confess it, since only you are likely to see it. I dream of being a writer. (don't laugh). I dream and LONG to travel the whole world. I dream that my boys will grow into Wonderful Men, and that my husband and I will drive off into the sunset (or to the airport) in a tiny, banged-up-but-running-strong convertible. Blue - a blue one.
bobbie. i love you. thank you so much for your amazing support. always.
ReplyDeletesweet annabelle. you made my day!
i'm reading... just usually one handed and takes some effort to comment. this too shall pass. xoxo
ReplyDeleteyou don't know me from a hole in the ground, but I treasure your blog. most of the time I feel unworthy (my own issues) reading about your guts and your creativity and your super-mom-ness. And yet, your words often capture what I haven't yet found the words to express, inspiring me to find my own truth and maybe even one day follow my passion. You have a gift!
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