Every time I think about writing here I end up adding a plugin or researching new themes instead. I don’t know why that is, it just is.

So now it’s crunch time, I can either write this post or play with the design of my blog. And no, this is not going to a vote. You have no say.

Sorry. I guess it’s just that I’m afraid of how you’d vote.

With the start of this new year comes a sincere desire within me to write more. I am making a decision right here and now to fast from procrastination and blog-avoidance.

Whether I have anything profound to write or not. I will write.

So here it goes.

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Sooooo, how’ve you been? What’s new?

Me? Not much.

Except that I’m feeling basically useless now that the two boys are away at college and the baby of the family is 15 and can feed herself.

I do have a dream but no idea how to go about making it come to fruition.

What? No, I’m not sure I want to tell you what it is.

Well maybe I should. Maybe someone out there can help.

I want to start an adoption agency. I want to be a catalyst to change in the lives of children.

I want to place lonely, hurting children in loving, Christian homes. I’ve wanted to be a part of something like this for years but I have no idea how or where to begin.

The thought of being involved in such a worthy endeavor thrills me. It would be the definition of a successful life.

So now you know, I have a dream. Now what?

No, as a matter of fact it has not been a month. I think that’s something I can be proud of, don’t you? I must be getting in the swing of things already.

It’s hard for me to believe that just a couple of years ago making sure I had something to post daily meant everything to me. I remember spending hours and hours each evening typing away. God forbid a post, if even just a meme, wasn’t ready for public viewing the following day. Blogging was my drug of choice I suppose.

Today I am free from the addiction and it feels good. It makes for a whole lot less posting but nonetheless it feels good.

On another note, have you ever thought about what life might be like in the future and then, when you were actually living that future, pondered how different it was from what you thought it would be? I do. Often.

Life is never what I thought it would be.

I’m the kind of person who loves to imagine the miraculous happening. Life usually isn’t all that miraculous though, on a grand scale anyway. I like the thought of a white knight, a good dragon slaying and lots of happily ever afters. I want to witness the impossible, better yet, to be a part of making it happen.

But life is much more mundane than I imagine it should be. For me anyway. For now.

My prayer is that Jesus would compel me to change it.