10 years! I've been writing on this blog for ten years. I started this in 2008 on my birthday. I was a new 18-year-old who was lonely but had big ideas. This blog celebrated with me when I published my first book and when I finished my trilogy. I shared about my struggle with depression, and how God showed me that my darkest moment could also be my finest hour. I could go on about all the things I've been through with this blog but...I've got a party to get to today.
Before you panic (thank you, one person, who panicked), I do plan to keep blogging. However, I plan to do more video posts once a week instead of even trying for daily posts. Sometimes, I act like I have the same workload I did when I was eighteen when my life has become much more active. Here are a some of the other changes I'll be making.
- Taking it easy for the month of July
- Refocusing on Jesus and his priorities, not my own accomplishments (or lack of them).
- Spending more time interacting with people. My computer is nice but...not that nice.
- Cutting out projects and tasks that are getting in the way of highest callings and goals
As this, my twenty-eighth birthday approached, I have to admit it was hard to face. It is normal around the thirty-year mark to really examine your life and wonder what you have done and what you have left to do. My problem? I got caught in looking for the normal markers of success that the world tells us to look for. I'm not a huge, money-making author. I'm not married. I don't have my 2.3 children (can I make that my 6.3?). On the surface, I haven't achieved much in my life.
The real picture? I've impacted people's lives with my stories - my main goal from the very beginning. I've successfully held to my principles in relation to guys when the world has bombarded me with messages and ideas on how to snag myself what my flesh desires. I don't have any children. Not the two that the worlds says I should have, not the six or so that I desire someday. Yet, I've had the freedom to love on some kids that God has brought into my life. I might not have been able to do that if I had my own. God has helped me to become the sister and daughter that I wanted to be, and so much more.