I haven’t written an original blog post in weeks. I know. That’s so not my style. I’ve been busy with work, travel, family fun, family matters and enjoying an occassional ray of the sun. I’ve been busy like this before, busier in fact, but never to the point of not being able to put finger to key and chime out whatever thoughts were stewing and brewing in my mind.
Lately, my thoughts have been all over the place. There have been a lot of thoughts about how to better use my thoughts, including with my blog. I’ve been wanting to write to talk about how I feel it’s time to take my blog to the next level and actually pay for an upgrade, or perhaps break it down into two blog sites with streamlined focuses for each. I’ve been wanting to write about how, for the first time in a long time, I’m clueless about what’s on the horizon for me in some key areas, but that I’m confident that something great and God-sent is on the horizon for sure. I wanted to write about the amazing volunteering and service conference I attended, rubbing shoulders with celebrities, sneaking in a civil rights museum and being reminded why what I do and need to do even more of is so important. I’ve wanted to write about these amazing conversations I have had with friends making me all the more appreciative for them allowing me to be in their life and for them being in mine. I wanted to write about a recent R&B concert I went to and the mystifying display of degrading dancing I saw from women who looked just like me. I wanted to write about how I haven’t danced since January and once earlier this month at a camp for teens (not dance like those lovely ladies at the R&B concert), but good, old-fashioned, hair-sweating, but clean dancing. I wanted to write about wanting to hop on a plane and go somewhere warm, fun and with the scent of eucalyptus and spearmint wafting through the lobby near the spa. I wanted to write about a dear friend who is going through challenges, feeling like she’s ready to give up, and offering her some words to comfort and encourage her to hang in there. I wanted to write about the most recent women who I’ve come to know more about who are experiencing the pains of divorce, and charting their path to healing. I’ve wanted to write about an assortment of different delicious foods I’ve been able to enjoy the last several weeks, and the three pounds that have disappeared despite my palate-pleasing options. I’ve wanted to write about a beautiful, regal, classy, faith-filled loved one named, Ann Turner, whose name I speak of often to the Lord praying for healing and restoration for her and strength and faith for her husband, and my family.
There’s been so much I wanted to write about, reflect upon, read for myself and share and I didn’t….until now.
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