About six years ago, I started a blog called “Happy Journey.” Some of you who have been around awhile may remember it. Thanks to the good ol’ World Wide Web, it lives on (pay attention, kids — once it’s out there, it’s out there), but I’m pretty sure it’s overgrown with weeds by now.
I really liked having a place to share funny things that happened in our family and along our journey, but on occasion I felt like having a blog was like having another child: it needed attention, care, and lots and lots of feeding if I wanted it to grow. Turns out, I liked the idea of blogging, but the actual doing of the blogging was maybe a tad more work than I was able to give it at the time. Life is busy and full, there is dinner to cook and laundry to be done. A certain amount of technical expertise is required for a successful blog, and I’m mostly baffled by it. Still, in the last six years the words and stories have continued to swirl around me and I’ve chased a few of them like a child capturing butterflies with a net, and shared them here and there.
So why am I back here again, when nothing has really changed? I’m not less busy than I was, probably more so, in fact. There is still dinner to cook and laundry to be done, and I haven’t come across any extra hours in the day to accomplish all that wants doing. My technical skills have not improved much, and on that front the only thing I know for certain is that I don’t know what I don’t know.
But when you know you’re supposed to be doing something you aren’t doing, it won’t let you go. It becomes this thing that just follows you around, hanging around in the background of your life, occasionally tapping you on the shoulder to remind you of its presence. And finally, you decide it’s just easier to deal with the thing than it is to keep ignoring it. Even if you don’t feel completely ready. Especially then.
You might have something similar following you around. Maybe not a blog, but something else. Thing is, there will always be laundry and dinner waiting on us. And I’m pretty sure none of us will ever feel like we’re totally ready to jump in. But if we keep waiting for the perfect time, our hopes for tomorrow will turn into regrets for yesterday.
So I hope you’ll join me as I share stories, thoughts, encouragement, and a lot of laughs, because it wouldn’t be the same without you. And whatever that thing is, tapping you on the shoulder? Go for it. It will be yesterday before you know it.
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