I Had No Idea

I had no idea that when I started writing this blog. . . I would be changed. . .

I didn’t know that this community of which I have been a silent observer for many years could impact my life so greatly.  I had no clue that reading your blogs would both inspire me and challenge me to become more the person I am.  I could have never guessed that knowing that someone is reading. . . anyone is reading. . . gives me courage to keep writing.  I didn’t know that comments from friends and strangers could actually make me stand taller and walk with greater purpose.  I had no idea that writing this blog would help me heal. . .

I had no idea that when I started writing this blog. . . I would be drawn more deeply into life. . .

. . . that capturing these everyday moments on film and with words somehow makes it all that much more beautiful.  That seeing this life, our little life, as a story which I have a hand in writing, makes it that much more exciting and precious.  I had no clue that each and every moment we spend can be shaped into a story all its own.  I didn’t know that I would find that life doesn’t have to be lived big to be lived fully.

I had no idea that when I started writing this blog. . . I would be drawn into more laughter. . .
                                                                                 

. . . that seeing the thousands of small moments through the lens of this blog makes me smile and laugh and see them for the sacred moments they are.  That going on a flight from Daddy’s legs to his arms is something to get excited about.  That listening to the chatter of these two and watching their imaginations take them to the places where there are no limits or boundaries inspires me to live a life of joy. . . a life filled with laughter.

I had no idea that when I started writing this blog. . . I would live more creatively. . .

. . . that in allowing myself to explore my more creative side, I would come to be okay with not doing things perfectly.  (See above)  That in writing, I’ve learned that being creative is just letting the real me come out.  That sometimes being creative is just having the courage to give it a try.  I had no idea that by drawing out my own creative juices I might draw out the juices of my little ones. . . and I know that no price tag could be put on that. . .

And I want to say thank you.  Thank you to those who might come across my little Running Chatter and read it.  Thank you to those who have inspired me to keep going and become more the person I was born to be.  And thank you to those of you who leave comments and let me know that you are reading.  Your acceptance of my Chatter spurs me forward and pushes me to draw deeply from this beautiful little life. . .

I had no idea that when I started this blog my world would expand, my life would expand, and more than anything. . . my heart would expand.