Later that night I stewed about it. This morning, instead of using the baby's nap time to exercise, or clean, or sleep, I knew I had to write...something. I had given in to LRH thinking for too long. If it isn't beautiful, perfect, or funny why write it? What if I try something and nobody reads it and I fail? (What a whiner I can be!)
I occurred to me that I can't remember the last time I did something where there was a very real probability that I might fail or stink it up- and that I'd care if that happened. I'm pretty comfortable here, where I am, because I do have it pretty good and I know I'm sustained and blessed every day. Doesn't that demand a bit of exertion? Not that being a wife, mother, friend, WOMAN doesn't require exertion. I'm exerting! But, if I've been given much, much is required of me. And if I spend my days noting tiny events as mental Facebook posts, shouldn't I just write them down in some sort of narrative?
So, LRH is going to learn how to blog. And I might fail- but I'm kind of excited about that. I'd like to share what I commit to do, and then I'll write about how it goes and how it fits with my life. Here's what I'm going to do:
- Instead of just looking at the recipe I find on pinterest, I'm going to read the post too.
- I'm going to learn how to do this blog thing, which I have avoided with envy.
- I'm going to read up on how to take a decent looking picture with my little point and shoot camera.
- I'm going to write something everyday- about learning to blog and/or life.
- I'm going to actually TRY.
Bake the bread and share the slices!
Cort
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