I’m not sure how nearly two months have passed since my last post.
Who am I kidding? I know why.
- My life has been full.
- I’ve been lazy—or at least prioritized other things.
- Someone said something that made me hesitate.
If I had to choose one reason, it would be the first, but in reality, all three of these factors contributed to the delay. The first reason—my full life—is a choice. I don’t see my life as busy but full. When I claim it’s busy, there seems to be a lack of control. Having a busy life can seem overwhelming, a tumbling bundle of activities and responsibilities that gather speed and volume like a snowball. Having a full life invites accountability and opportunity to place people and situations into life as well as to remove them.
Of course, I’m not saying I have full control over my life. I do not. God guides, provides, and prunes. Others demand, request, and withdraw. But I choose how I respond, what I attempt to change, and, perhaps most important, what consumes my thoughts and attitudes.
I love my full life. It’s not perfect. I wouldn’t want it to be. There was a younger time perfection might have been a goal, but I’ve stepped through that, not because perfection isn’t possible, but because excellence—and sometimes enough—really is enough.
A full life can be an obstacle to writing, but’s also an invitation. My full life gives me many opportunities to reflect, learn, and write.
Stay tuned.