Where I Belong

I have been fudging around with this blogging thing for the last couple of weeks. I always tell myself I will write in the morning...then the morning turns into the end of the day...then the end of the day turns into the next morning. You see where I am going with this. My mom said something that hit me the other day. We were out shopping for all sort of techy goodies and she mentioned that all she wants to do is make art and write. That statement felt like a brick to the side of my thick skull! I could not have said it better myself. Where I find the most joy is in my art and when I write. So why is it that I don't seem to carve out enough time for the things I say I love the most? I put it off as if Time is infinite and my body will always be 31 years old. How foolish of me! I heard another profound statement on the radio the other morning from a musician who was telling his story about breaking the news to his parents about his decision to pursue his music instead of a military career. His father said, "Success isn't measured in financial dividends but by how happy you are with what you do." The fact that this man went on to sell millions of albums and win like 8 Grammys testifies to the fact that the doing part of having a dream is just as vital as the dream itself. Dreams are risky. But how unfulfilled would life be if a risk was never taken?! How the state of our world would be different had no one ever taken a risk or made a sacrifice? Measuring success by the state of my joy would transform my perception on a lot of things and perhaps give the work of my hands a bit more meaning. I am not saying the work will get easier...that's not what I am after. I am looking to get back to where I belong. Back to the place where my heart, mind, time and energy is where my Creator needs it to be.

Live Authentically,
G