I stopped writing a few months ago and I’m not really sure why. Lack of motivation on my part perhaps, and/or lack of encouragement from others. I missed it. It brought me joy, regardless of the number of folks who read my posts.
Blogging isn’t about the number of people who read my stuff. Writing is my therapy, something that makes me feel good. I think everyone should do it, even if they don’t want to blog about their life like I do.
Today in the church service, our Sr. Associate Pastor talked about the importance of leaving Sunday as a day of rest, as a day to reflect on your love for The Lord, and how you live your life, your legacy. It made me think about myself, but also those around me. It also made me realize that writing was an important part of me, and that I needed to get back on the horse.
When I die, I want to be remembered as someone who helped others. Someone who was always positive and happy (kind of how I am now). I want to be remembered as a good mother, friend, daughter, sister and partner.
When you die, how do you want people to remember you? Will you be the grumpy old man who has nothing positive to say about anything, or will you choose to do God’s work and love your neighbors as you would love yourself?
While I’m not a grumpy old man, I still have a lot of things to figure out. My life isn’t perfect by any means, but I believe the choices I make are the right ones, not just for me, but for my daughter, too. I believe I am setting a good example for my friends and family, and showing them that while you don’t have control of everything, you can decide whether or not to let those things control you.
How will you live your life?
This post is dedicated to all of those who dedicated their lives to helping others and were gone too soon. May you rest in peace.