Mama’s Planner

It’s been a while, friends.

I’ll spare you all the reasons I’ve neglected writing and jump right to where I am today:

I spent an hour on the phone with my mama last night. Pretty good way to ring in the new year, don’t ya think? During our conversation, she told me about her plans to get organized this year. She has a nifty new planner and a passel of colored pens to chart out her tasks and tackle her to-do lists. I was super impressed with her gung-ho. But more than that I was impressed with her desire to be intentional about the things that matter to her in 2016.

That prompted me to think about my own desires for the coming year. How I want to spend my time. What I want to be different. The things I want to be intentional about.

There’s all kinds of stuff I’ve come up with: learning scripture, better time management, yada, yada, yada. But one thing in particular keeps coming to my mind.

I want to write again. I NEED to write again.

Not for you. Not for notoriety. Not for comments, or likes, or shares. Not for the goal of becoming a writer. Simply because I am a writer.

When I write, the disorder in my brain falls in to place. A peace replaces chaos. And the breath that I had been holding slowly releases.

It’s my therapy.

So friends, this little blog will likely take on a different tone. I’m only blocking off 15 minutes a day for this little sanity saver. The content will likely be brief and who knows what the topics will be! If what you find here from now on isn’t your cup of tea, this is your exit ramp. My feelings won’t be hurt in the least if you decide to unsubscribe. I’m not even going to check! Go in peace, dear one. Or stay and see where this thing leads. FREEDOM.

Praying each of you are intentional in the coming year to share the gifts that God gave you. The world is better when you do. And so are you.