I had a wake-up call the other night. It wasn’t about my physical health, it was about my spiritual well being. And, as is often the case, this wake-up call came to me disguised as something completely different. Someone had expectations of me and I let them down. In the end, they decided they shouldn’t have had those expectations, but I took a different view. I decided that those expectations were perfectly reasonable, but I should have had those same expectations myself.
I’ll skip the details, but the message is worth noting. I was reminded that I write because I love to write – and I was reminded that love means paying attention to the details. Lately I haven’t been doing that as much as I should. View full article »