I sat down to write just now and I fell asleep. True story.  I’m blaming the softly falling rain and fact that I am sitting in one place for more than 5 minutes. Somehow, it just happened.   I think I’m turning into my mother who always falls asleep during movies.

Falling asleep has nothing to do with writing. It has more to do with being a mom of four girls, one of which is two and not fond of sleeping. I love writing. Which is why I am reading/doing/considering Jeff Goins 15 day challenge. He told me to get up two hours early today and write. This did not happen. I thought, given my situation with the not fond of sleeping toddler I’d write this afternoon instead. But then the accidental nap happened. Sigh…

Writing helps me to think clearly and make sense of life that is swarming around me. Today I’ve had real thoughts like…

  • I can’t wait till heaven when cancer is history.
  • Wow.  I love chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven.
  • I wish I had hours to create art.  Wait a minute, I don’t do art.
  • How many cups of coffee should I drink today?

I thought about writing on these subjects. I probably tweeted them or put the on Instagram. I don’t fancy myself a deep thinker or witty or anything. I am just a girl who writes. See, Jeff is rubbing off on me.

The best thing I can write about is my life. It isn’t glamorous. Not even a little bit.  But, I’m guessing, since you are here, you can relate to it. I could tell you how lately I’ve been reading no less than six books.  How I’ve fallen in love with Artisan Bread and how proud I am to have conquered Leviticus in three days. See, I told you, not too amazingly special.

All I can be is me. The one my 2 year old is screaming for right now.  The soft rain didn’t work too well for her. She is letting me know about it, loudly.  So, off I go to change the world one diaper at time.

P.S.  Too bad I dont’ have music on my blog.  It would be a perfect time to cue Sheila E. Long live the 80s.