It starts with one…

I know, I know… I said I was going to post pictures of my vacation today. I will do my best to get it up there in the next day or two. I tried to do it last night… but got distracted easily by trying to do my taxes, trying to catch up with people on facebook (have I mentioned my addiction there lately?) and finally trying not to fall asleep. And finally, I ended up going to be early. Which was good.

After much brainstorming about blog titles (and inspiration), I’m starting a new thing on the blog today. While listening to my iPod today, I was struck by how many song lyrics would make good material for the blog. So I’m going to see how long I can successfully do this — and have it be relevant to my life. That’s right, I’m just starting to get my creativity on for 2010. I’m really excited about it too. There’s only one catch to it all — it can’t be the title of the song.

And now the real post for today…

It starts with one thought, a commitment to a goal. That’s why I got up this morning at 4:45am and ran 2.5 miles. Seriously. I committed to doing this 25k and now I *must* run. I need to build up my stamina because after this morning, I felt like I was going to collapse. I need to learn to drink more water while running. I need to run further. I need to run faster so that I can finish within my 3 hour goal for this event.

It starts with one reflection on who you want to be. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Who do I want to be? Am I showing others what I want them to see in me? I know that I am a child of God… someone that truly wants to know more about the Bible and to learn the history of those that came before us. But I’m also the person that does want to go out and have a good time with friends. I’m trying to discover how to put this together in my life appropriately.

It starts with one fear… a fear that I will not be accepted by others. I’m afraid that everyone around me will pick up on the awkward comments that I make at times. I’m afraid that I am putting the wrong image of who I truly am. I’m afraid that I will ramble on for long periods of time making people think that I am wordy… or worse, boring.

It starts with one phone call I am awaiting. I’m days away from being an aunt for the first time and I couldn’t be more excited. This little child is already blessed by having such great parents (although my brother worries me a little… he’s thinking that he’s going to be getting more sleep once the baby arrives!) I can’t wait to see and hear about his/her firsts… watching him/her grow up… and just being blessed by being a part of his/her journey in life.

“It starts with one…” is the first line of “In the End” by Linkin Park. I thought it was appropriate for the first blog in my personal challenge.