Blogging is the ultimate adventure lately for me. I have to bare myself completely and dig deep in order to make the words come out. I risk being “found out” and embarrassed if certain people saw it (ex-husband, ex-mother-in-law, etc., all those meaningful (not) people in my life today). I am still very careful to advertise my blog only to people who I know are single parents and a few others who love me unconditionally.
Really now, why should I care if my neighbors, ex-boyfriends, or boyfriends-to-be find this excavation adventure? This blog site is about working over topics and allowing other single parents to read about my depths so that you see you aren’t alone on your path. If I leave out the honest Juice and make it pretty, what use is it to you? I want a single parent out there to read my entry about heartbreak (or parenting frustration, or loneliness, or bone-weary fatigue) and see that she is normal and will heal. There is hope. Keep doing the good work. Have courage because God is with you there too.
Sometimes I know my blog entries come off as really pitiful globs of blathering (but honest) rant that I may laugh over next month. But I am determined to keep on trying, to put it out there, to reach out to single parents in the midst of horrors, trying to find courage and hope for the next phase, day, or hour.
Life is a daring adventure or nothing.
Writing this blog is terrifying to me sometimes, but it is part of my definition of living life to the fullest.
If we don’t pay attention and nurture what we love to do and what fuels us, where does that leave us? How are we to expect full fantastic lives if we don’t nurture our heart’s desires? What adventurous risk will you take today to nurture your heart’s desire?
Live life to the fullest. Laugh like you’re going to die. Love like there is no tomorrow.