The 19-mile drive home from my old job used to provide me with plenty of time to unwind from a 12-hour shift, and finally some quiet space and time to think. It was easy once I returned home to jump in the shower, plop down in the corner of my plump Army green sectional couch, and whip out a meaningful, heartfelt blog that would make my stats soar, and fill my email in-box with lots and lots of encouragement.
While I’m not wishing another 19-mile-home-from-work job, and I’m quite content where I am at now just 12 miles from home, (even though traffic at 5:30 p.m. is much different than traffic at 7:30 p.m.) – it’s just not the quiet, peaceful, unwinding sort of reflective kind of time I used to have. It’s no longer as easy for me to “plop” in the same corner of my couch and just kick out a blog. In fact, my fingers spend more rest time on these keys than they do pecking time.
My life hasn’t become any less busy than before. In fact, truth be told – things may have even become more exciting and adventurous since the days of more frequent writing. And I certainly do not lack things I’d like to write about, but again, I just often stare at my fingers just sitting on that home row.
I’m working on some ideas, and I’m jotting down some notes. I’m praying about how vulnerable I ought to be, and bouncing all sorts of ideas off of the hearts of my closest friends.
To the woman who approached me on Sunday at church and told me how much she enjoyed my blogs, and to my friends Jean, Carrie, and Jerry who always leave a comment or send a note – please know, your encouragement feels like a great big hug to me, and you remind me to encourage others 😉
Stuff is coming. Soon. I promise. Thank you for being an encouragement to me.
keep it comi g always love your words
Thanks Jerry! 🙂