I can make no apologies for not writing.
Actually, I have had much to write about but I have been enduring a writer's drought of sorts. Actually, writer's drought would be too specific. Better put, it's just be a weird season of nothingness that I have been blessed to experience the whole of several months. I cannot explain what I do not understand.

So many wonderful things have happened this year. While I can't say that they have been negatively offset by my "season", my thankfulness about the blessings has been modified to less than what I would normally deem acceptable.

I digress.

I have been having it out with God for a while now (in a reverant, respectful manner... ).

The Pity Party staff quickly handed me a list of questions for God:

Why did I need to be the one chosen for certain things?
Why am I still plagued by crippling anxiety at times, this year marking year #10?
Why am I seemingly so dependent on my family?
Where and when is my big break?


Honestly, this is the screened version, the edited post. I have screamed, cried, sought, sunk, and wondered...all in a very passionate way. Did the plan for my life get lost in transit? Has God forgotten about me? Is the dreamer destined to be stuck in an ordinary life? When are the dreams of my youth going to be discovered? And on and on....




Then God spoke. He has finally spoke. He waited all year... but it finally happened.



It's so easy to feel neglected!
With a cozy home, a loving family, a rockin' church, closet full of beautiful clothes, money, food and friends. Too many blessings. Comfortable, overflowing blessings. Neglected is the least applicable word!



God gives life. God gives dreams. His purpose for every human is great, regardless of whether we recognize it or not.


Today I pray for my life is that I have the ability to see past the daily grind and respond to the everyday opportunities given to me by just living. Seeking renewal and freshness, moving on and growing up. I believe every step of the ladder was intended as a secure holding place for our foot to rest on while going UP.

Well, in a perfect world apathy, complacency, and "lack of drive" would not rule. Monotony and comfort zones would not be present. But since we don't live in a perfect world, all of the above rule the major part of our lives as humans.



"Sad will be the day for any man when he becomes contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing – where there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger, which he knows that he was meant and made to do."
Phillips Brooks
1835-1893, American Episcopal Cleric