Well, I did it! I made it to the last day in the Write 31 Days Challenge. I’m already looking forward to next year! I’m not sure if I’ll continue my series on Writing Naked or come up with something new altogether. The challenge of writing 31 blog posts (in my case, 30) was so much harder than I thought it would be.
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It’s Day 30. I can’t believe this thing is almost over. I came across this little saying recently and it made me laugh. “Never tell your problems to anyone-20% don’t care and the other 80% are glad you have them.” This could very well be true, but it doesn’t stop me from sharing my life-the good, the bad and the ugly. If anything, I’ve learned a lot about myself over these last 30 days.
Blast. I’m behind again. It’s Day 28 and my last two days have gone unpublished. I gotta get caught up because I want to finish on time! If I can do that, then it will mean I’ve improved on the whole late thang, right? Yep, right. It’s a good thing I have my own blog. I can do this 31-day thing however I want.
I’ve been staying up WAY too late. I really should be in bed, but I’ve been watching a little too much TV, and then there’s this forced blogging thing. I know it’s hard to believe, but I really don’t have anything good to say. I don’t have much in the way of naked writing either, but I need a break. Let’s talk about TV.
Okay enough about me and my security issues. Let’s talk about Jesus and his security. Yeah I know. Jesus, God, God, Jesus. Still. Actually, I shouldn’t assume everyone reading this believes Jesus was or is God, but even if you believe he was just a man, you can learn from his ability to handle criticism.
Today, I’m going to talk more about insecurity. I wish I could claim how secure I am as a person <especially now that I’m forty, but it’s just not the case. If you are wondering why I’m sharing this about myself, maybe this blog isn’t for you or maybe it is or maybe you forgot I’m writing naked.
My sister bought me a stuffed bear for my 9th birthday. I loved that teddy bear and slept with it most every night. I took it with me to sleepovers, and as I got older, to summer camp. I still make room for that bear in my bed. I’m surprised it doesn’t look as old as it is. We both should have more wrinkles than we do.