a reflection on my writing

When I first started blogging, I was clearly (still am) a beginner but was super gung-ho about the experience. I planned on writing something several times a week and I wrote little notes and lists of topics that I should cover.

I am a lover (and stalker) of blogs. I'll admit it. I love to see what people are doing with their life and their talent. I am grateful that they are choosing to share their experiences for readers across the world. As much as a I love it, it is kind of a downer for me to see all of these gifted people doing something so amazing and wonderful.

I tend to get discouraged about my writing, although I love to write. I think it's therapeutic and indulging. I need to do it more frequently.You can't expect a talent to appear over night right? It has to be developed.

I write in our family journal once a week but I found myself only including the sugar-coated parts. When my kids and grand kids read our journal in years to come, they need to know that life was not always sunny with rainbows. They need to know that we struggled, that everyone struggles. They need to know our feelings during those struggles and they need to see us learn and rise above our trials. I need to be more honest in the words I am writing and leaving behind. I am a believer on not dwelling on the negative, (unless the negative keeps beating you over the head... then the negative will be my number one priority to remove!) but I need to be more mindful and acknowledge that the negative does in fact exist, and sometimes exists in a big way.

Life is hard sometimes. Sometimes it kicks you down and after pushes you even deeper in the mud to make sure you  stay there for awhile. There are always, even if it doesn't seem like it at the time, people waiting to help you up as well as lessons to learn while you're stuck in the muck.

So, I will document our struggles. No they are not war-time or pioneer-type big, physical struggles, but they make me sad and they keep me up at night, so they are struggles still the same. I need to share with my family the faith that I have in them and in my HF that there is a plan for us and that we will endure. Our life on this earth is so fleeting. Even as I acknowledge and accept my trials I still need to take time to express my gratitude for the many many blessings I have in my life.