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.
The Day Everything Became Crystal Clear
2 days ago