It’s the New Year, and I’m back to blogging, with mixed emotions. On the one hand, I do enjoy writing for writing’s sake, and it seems worthwhile to record the small delights of daily life with our lively family. On the other hand, I worry too much about who’s reading, who’s not reading, whether anyone’s reading, and whether my readers are wholeheartedly appreciating, merely tolerating, or contemptuously critiquing my words. Basically, I bring entirely too much ego to the digital page.
I recently read this testimonial about a wonderful Christian person: “There are some people who, when you look in their eyes, have apparently retreated so much from their ego that you can really see Christ in them...he’s one of them...” Yes, I breathed inwardly. I want to be that beautiful! As yet, I am not, but I continue to yield my spirit to Christ’s Spirit, aspiring to fuller inspiration, more truth, more beauty, more love to share with humankind.
On a lighter note, I’ve decided to quit weighing myself. It’s my New Year’s resolution. Stepping on the scale every day is so redundant, and so discouraging. What’s that oft-quoted definition of insanity? Something about doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. That accurately describes my “body life” for that past 5 months. So I’m ditching my scale (okay, just moving it—out of sight, out of mind) and forgetting that the $#@% doc said, “Your weight 6 months post-partum is where you’ll stay.” He’s wrong! Just like the college prof who said life would only get harder after college was wrong! Just like the boyfriend who told me I wasn’t free to live my own life was wrong! (I suddenly have an urge to burst into High School Musical song: “Breakin’ Free”! What a corn-ball I am, my Vi would say. And she’d be right!)
That’s all I have time for at the moment. Coming soon: A Christmas List of favorite gifts—because, contrary to popular culture, Christmas isn’t over till the 12 drummers drum!
