The second anniversary of my blog passed last week, just as my dissatisfaction with it had reached its zenith. It’s not that I don’t love writing tidbits, like appetizers about my life and my family…I do love those things. But I’m hungry for more than that, and I feel like my blog has served its purpose for me, for now. I’m not saying that I won’t blog occasionally, but with 102 posts in two years, I’ve averaged about one a week, and right now I’m feeling led to do a new thing.
I believe that God is pointing to a new path and I’ll need to look to Him for direction, because I’ve never been down this road before. But one of the many things I’ve learned since I started blogging is that it does no good to just think about something and never do it. I don’t want to have regrets at the end of my life, I want to close my eyes on that day and know that I took advantage of every opportunity that God gave me along the way, and that I didn’t squander any of the blessings He has given me, including time.
I waited for a long time to even start my blog. Why? Well, I didn’t know if I had enough to say (I do! Just not enough time to say it!), I didn’t know if anyone would read it ( some people do! But that’s not the purpose anymore), and I just didn’t know how to start. (Google! Duh!). Well, here I am, two years later asking the same questions for a bigger project. It’s scary and daunting, but you know what, I’m a little weary of appetizers. I’m kinda feeling like some steak and potatoes, something with substance that I can really take a bite out of. You know why? Because that’s the only way to get to the dessert. And if I fail? So what? If I never gave it a shot, I’d have failed anyway. At least I’ll know I tried. That’s all He’s asking of me. The rest is up to Him.
