My Promise

I was challenged tonight. Sitting and listening, I thought What am I doing to live differently? To make a difference? What do people see when they look at me? What do I want you to see? Gentleness, hope, peace, joy, patience, genuine compassion and empathy, honesty, a servant, all these things and more. Those are the true desires of my heart. What am I doing to ensure these things? Nothing. I am so far from my heart's longings. There are so many basic things I should be doing that I don't. And I hate it. It drives me crazy. Where's my hunger and passion? Where's my desire? Because if I have passion and desire and hunger for my heart's desires, shouldn't I be striving for them with everything in me? Or am I so careless, so cautious, so blasé (one of my favorite words, in case you haven't noticed), that it doesn't really matter? I do not want to be lukewarm! I don't want my tombstone to read, "She did the best she could." I want it to say, "She lived! She knew her dreams and she did everything she could to make them reality!" I saw a bumper sticker once that said "Remeber who you wanted to be." Well, when I remember who I wanted to be, I want it to be me! You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm ok with that. So my promise to myself - and to you - is to pursue my dreams, no matter what they are. I'm not going to sit back and watch life pass me by. I'm going on the offense. Ready or not, I plan to go.