I really should go to bed now, but I just want to put a few thoughts down. I don't even know what, really, but I just want to say something.

I've been thinking that I should use this blog actually. That it could be used to connect with my family and friends who are far away. That maybe I could get a friend to help make it more what I want it to be.

My sister-in-law is doing writing every week and I'm so proud. She calls them "fresh flowers", tales of life with a spiritual lesson woven in. What am I doing that I love? How am I blessing and supporting other women?

My brother has given me the opportunity to record all the songs I've written so far. I am so excited, but a little apprehensive as well. I don't know how I'm going to get them ready. They are so rusty and so am I.

I read an interesting bit about a lady who struggled with depression. A psychologist helped her realize that it was due in part to her parents leaving her for four months when she was just under one year of age. She thought they were gone for good. And she carried the feeling that she wasn't good enough for the rest of her life. She was a talented writer who often needed to get by herself to recharge, but she rejected that in herself because she didn't think that was very loving. But someone showed her that it was indeed very loving, because she could give more as a writer, which was the way God made her. I think sometimes I reject parts of me like: my randomness, my often-reserved nature, my lack of organization and routine, because somehow these parts don't measure up to some standard I feel is being measured up to me (as a mother, housekeeper etc). But God has made me this way for a reason and these characteristics are part of what make me strongly capable of other things.

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