Oh, that title. I hope I'm not being sacreligious or anything like that. Our pastor started a new message series on the book of John, and yesterday's sermon was on John 1:1. It's on my mind. It rocked, by the way.
This afternoon I read a friend's blog, and was moved to tears. My next thoughts were, "I'm sort of in her situation. I wonder if I could write about our life and make someone cry?" So I'm inspired to write one of my own. Now this could be all kinds of good for me. I can use it as a diary of sorts. Therapy session. Informative essay. Amusing anecdote holder. Time will tell how often I update it. Hopefully, I will make it a habit and purge all my thoughts into this little place where maybe a select few will peruse it every once in a while.
The problem is... I'm competitive. Yes, I admit it, I like to show people up. It's a huge weakness I've struggled with all my life. One of the first times my competitive edge got the better of me was on my first grade girls' soccer team. During the games, the coach (quite a competitive little mama herself) would send me out on the front line just to get me back in minutes. The ref, several times a game, would walk me over to her and tell us both that I really had to stop pushing, tripping, etc. the other players. Coach would keep me out a few minutes for "punishment" and then send me back down the field, jonesing for that little black and white ball. I was a good, aggressive player. My little team did great that year. I played for a few more years, keeping my hands to myself. Yay, me!
Anyway, athletics aren't the only area in which I want to be first. Pretty much anything I attempt, I want to be the best, the one that draws accolades and "atta girl"s. So, suffice it to say, I want every blog I post to make my reader/s inspired, amused, cry, remember, belly laugh, and admire the heck outta me because they read words that came out of my head. I'm kidding, really. Y'all pray that I can get this psychosis under control, would you? Let's all help Claire keep her crazy competitive THING from eating her up.
Now that I've scared you away with my whinings, I would be honored if y'all would join me on my little blogging journey. I've got tons to write about. This family of mine just reeks of storytime!
And so it begins....
Oh, yeah, I also love to use ellipses, you know, the dot-dot-dots you use when you don't want to finish your sentence? I overuse those alot! Enjoy!
