I’ve heard it said, (or maybe I read), that in order to be a writer one must write. Every day. This was groundbreaking for me, I’m serious. It amazes me that I could be so dumbfounded by the blatantly obvious.
So here it is. I find great comfort/brief disappointment in knowing that no one else might read this, but I am nevertheless grateful for the opportunity to practice my most passionate craft on a daily and somewhat public basis.
Easter hasn’t ever been my favorite. I’m not sure in previous years I would have even considered it in my top three.
The family (as in, my own…not the mafia) decided that this year would be a time of extended celebration as we focus our attention on the finished work of the cross and eat our weight in various cheeses, breads, and sugar. My exercise for the day consisted of shifting my weight around the island in our kitchen and consuming as much as I could until the sugar high subsided, and inevitably retreated to the couch to re-charge for about five minutes and continue on as I had before. I’m not sure I had such a great appreciation for life until I realized I might not live until tomorrow from the baked brie coma I had sent myself into by around dinner time.
New Year’s Resolutions haven’t ever really been my thing. I read some sort of highly accurate, entirely credible personality profile once that described one of my strengths as being highly motivated, while going on to burst my bubble and finish the description as “but lacking application.” Humbling. Those that know me well enough might agree, and also not be surprised to find this blog might not last long because of the aforementioned. It has almost haunted me.
Yesterday was a time of resolution for me in some way. In celebrating the greatest reason as to how I am now able to live, I find great solace in understanding that by my own accord, I won’t accomplish the things I hope to.
“Don’t be afraid, I’ve redeemed you. I’ve called your name. You’re mine. When you’re in over your head, I’ll be there with you. When you’re in rough waters, you will not go down. When you’re between a rock and a hard place, it won’t be a dead end–Because I am God, your personal God, the Holy of Israel, your Savior. I paid a huge price for you: all of Egypt, with rich Cush and Seba thrown in! That’s how much you mean to me! That’s how much I love you! I’d sell off the whole world to get you back, trade the creation just for you.”–Isaiah 43:1-3
(That was obviously The Message translation. I’m a little surprised it wasn’t paraphrased as, “It’s me, I’m yo Dawg” or some other incredibly current and relevant colloquialism. I like it anyway) So, in some strange way I was inspired to be confident in stepping forward and redefining the goals I have for myself in my life.
God’s plans of prosperity are far more than I could hope for, but in my own breath of a life I’m happy to hope for more.
Originally I had intended to share said goals and resolutions, but for now I am focusing my attention away from the computer screen as I have a headache. Glasses were definitely on that list though…they’re being shipped as we speak.
I am looking forward to reading this everyday!!!!!
My dear, darling Fran.
Your writing is incredibly fluid and inspiring.
I’m far too lazy and far too behind to really fact report on my blog these days. Or at least this much has become apparent when I realize I no longer have time to obsessively check the websites I love as much as I did when I was in college. I find that odd, in the fact that I had never thought I had been busier when I was in college, but I think it is my curse (no, not curse, something less harsh but with similar implication) to be perpetually busy and exhausted until the ripe age of 89 when I can finally afford to retire.
You, dear, have inspired me to re-examine the art of blogging and writing in general and I hope, with much heart, that you will allow me to press (wordpress, that is) on with your newfound inspiration under my wings.
Much love!
Welcome to the neighborhood, Fran!
Shazam!
“Those that know me well enough might agree, and also not be surprised to find this blog might not last long because of the aforementioned. It has almost haunted me. ”
I have full faith in your good will to be a good writer, and I have full faith in my ability to hold you accountable to (i.e hassle you about) writing. You are such a good writer… and one day when you are super successful like our beloved Anne Lamott, you will look back and think, “Wow. It all started with that blog. I am so happy that I did that.”