Looking Back

I am not a journal writing kind of person. It just isn't my thing.
I have well over 10 journals that have maybe 10 pages written in, and the rest are blank.
In a lot of ways, this blog serves as a journal for me.
I don't share everything, but I do share a lot on here.

I am reading a book called The Land Between, which has been so good for my soul; reflecting on what has been, what is, and what will be. The past few years have felt undefined, which is a whole other post in the making. This morning, I was looking up who has been reading this blog, how they got here, and all the other geeky things that Google Analytics allows me to see. I saw that someone came to my blog when putting in someone's name, a person that I had mentioned in a previous post.

At first, I didn't want to read the post. I didn't want to re-live, once again, all that the post held. Alas, I got over it and read it. I am so glad I did. Glad for a few reasons.

1. I am proud of the way I handled myself in that situation. I wasn't bitter or angry or hard, I just stated the facts and looked to the future.
2. Thinking back to when I was dreaming of Nashville, it felt good that my last words were, "here's to chasing dreams." I hope that I never stop chasing my dreams.

Life hasn't been easy, but God never said it would be. In fact, it is pretty evident all throughout scripture that it is going to be anything BUT easy. As obscure as it may sound, I am glad for that. My bumps and bruises, nicks and scrapes, have taught me so much and have helped to mold me into the person that I am.