Thoughts while paying bills on Saturday morning

I would guess we all dream of greatness when we’re young, but most of us end up the same way: paying bills, licking envelopes and trying to get the remittance from the utility company to fit in the envelope. We’ve accumulated more junk than we know how to deal with, and a few friends along the way. If we’re lucky, we get to spend a few hours in the garden or with a kitty curled up beside us as we read a good book.

We have spent more time mired down by routine than excitement. The happiest moments in our lives have come when and where we least expected it, over dinner with a few good friends, accidentally running into someone we haven't seen in a long time, traveling long distances to spend the dreaded holidays with family, or discovering worship in unexpected places. If we look back, we will note the common thread in the happiest of times is people, not possessions or even achievement.

I love writing and have been writing poetry and making up stories since I was a child. However, as I've gotten older, I've come to realize how easy it would be to let the introspection that comes with writing become all consuming, leaving no room for the relationships that are responsible for the happiest times of my life.

So if very little makes it to this blog, that's ok. Hopefully, I will be laughing with a few friends instead.