“I am so average –
I am a woman, I have type O+ blood, I live in a 3 bedroom 2 bath ranch which is
owned by the bank…. “
I wrote those words
many months ago, oh, probably six months ago. I had a plan at the time where
those words were going to go. Good thing I had written them down or they would
have been lost forever.
This is what the
average woman has done in the last eleven months.
Decided to publish
a book. Published a book.
Decided to go to
Kenya. Went to Kenya.
Decided to run a 5K
race. Ran a 5K race.
What is left you
wonder? What could possibly remain on my bucket list? Maybe that is why I feel
as if I haven’t done much the last few months. I had been thinking it was because
I was burned out from keeping up such a pace, but now I wonder if it is because
there is no big goal out there, being held like a carrot, up for grabs if I
strive hard enough.
I don’t know. All I
do know is that at one time I kept my focus on what I wrote in this blog by writing
about a person, a pet or a place on Tuesdays; a saying, a song or a sign on
Thursdays; and a devotion on Sundays. That fell by the wayside quite a while
back. I am going to try to resurrect that practice. Maybe if I don’t have a big
goal hanging out there, I can at least have these little thrice weekly goals.
Until Sunday, then,
remember there is nothing wrong with being average.
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