While I'm not interesting or eloquent, I do enjoy, from time to time, sharing what's on my mind. I haven't blogged in a long time, though, mostly because I have an almost-two-year-old in the house. Even when he was an almost-one-year-old, it was impossible to use my computer without "help". (Seriously, I don't know how parents have the time to blog. Even when was home for a year when Gabe was born, or this summer when I've been on break from my job, I can't find the time to blog. The only reason I'm doing it now is because Chris is working at a performance at the Opera House (a side job he does to help out a friend) and I'm an insomniac. No point in going to bed when I know I won't be sleeping!
Anyway, I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I do that when I feel like I'm a little lost, because sometimes I think blogging--getting those thoughts out of my head--helps me find the path again. I've been feeling really insecure, and I'm hoping that the process of writing will teach me more about myself and my calling.