I’m not so good at this blogging thing.
I too often let the borings of life get in the way of the interesting, the fun, the creative.
Right now, the borings pay the bills; writing a blog post does not.
As I drove home from one certain boring, I thought to myself, “if I were to die tonight, would I have accomplished anything? Did my life make any difference? Did I reach my highest goals?” I know life is not without hope, but I still want to leave this world with a small trace of who I was for those I leave behind.
I want to live so loudly that people notice. Of course I want to love and to serve and to make others’ lives better; but I also want to experience life, to live creatively and purposefully.
I just feel so robotic.
Here’s to hoping I can live a teensy-bit longer… long enough to not be ruled by the borings, and long enough to experience and drink deep of the joy in life.