A few months ago I mentioned a friend challenged me, well several people, to write 500 words a day. I started off with grandiose plans to do just that. And for a few days I did it. Then life happened and my desire flitted, or slithered right out the window.
She did it again. And so again I’m taking to a public forum to once again announce my plans to do that. This will prove to be difficult for me and probably for you, dear reader. You see, I want to write everyday but I just don’t feel like writing every day. And some days the words just won’t come, they aren’t there. When I try to force them I just end up posting drivel that is forced and fake and I feel like a fraud hating every word.
I’m not a perfectionist, although a friend used to accuse me of being one for years, oh that’s laughable now. Me! A perfectionist. I could not be further from one of those if my life depended on it. I’m not overly particular about most things, like most people, okay everyone else on the planet with a pair of brain cells to rub together and breath in their lungs, there are things I’m particular about. Such as, oh boy, I don’t know, coffee. I also tend to expect things to be put back the way they were.
So I’m not sure exactly where that was going but since all I’m really doing is stringing words together at this point to make it to five hundred, it doesn’t really matter. Now if I wasn’t simply vomiting my thoughts as they pop into my head but actually had a point to this drivel, it would matter.
If you’ve been reading my blog at all lately, first of all, thank you and bless you. Second of all, you will know this is not a typical blog post on myfullcup. When I first began blogging a dozen years ago or so, this was very typical. I always managed to pull it all together into a somewhat neat package with a lesson. Or sometimes it was all just crazy.
For those of you who are not an ENFP (Myers/Briggs personality) are slowly being driven insane by this pointless post. I’m sorry. Some days in the next few weeks or months will be like this. If you’ll just roll with it and me, it will get better, I promise.
Ninety words to go, or actually less than that now. My children and I are watching Monk. We began binge watching a series on Netflix several months ago and just finished NCIS. Can I just say how much we LOVE NCIS? Abby, Gibbs, Dinozzo, and even McGee became our friends. Until Dinozzo left. That was mostly rude. Now we’ve started watching Monk. I’ve watched most of the before but now we’re beginning at the well…the beginning. The gift Monk has is amazing. And one I wish I had.
To be perfectly honest, I’ve been praying the past few years for a talent I could use to bring glory to Jesus. I mean like a crazy good talent. I’ve wanted to dictate what the gift should be or the one I wanted. I wanted to sing better than angels. I’ve wanted to be able to dance, play an instrument, draw, you name it. But all I have is words. Maybe this is my crazy good talent. Maybe Jesus just wants to hone it. And the way to hone it is practice and the way to practice is to write. 500 words a day 5 days a week.
What about you? What crazy good talent would you want? What crazy good talent do you have?