Random is really a very odd word for me to use when identifying something I am doing.   You see there is not much that I do most people would consider to be lacking a plan or order.  I am a planner, a list maker, a scheduler of my days.  I thrive on order.  In fact time spent cleaning out a closet or drawer is therapeutic for me.  I love calendars and lists.  When starting this blog the intent was to write as thoughts, stories, ideas and conversations came into my head.  Yet as soon as we were up a running I, without thinking, started planning it.  As titles and topics came into my head I would write them down in my note book so I wouldn’t forget.  I would schedule time into my day to write in my blog.  Quickly I was taking the Random out of my Random Reflection blog.

Thankfully before I started getting too scheduled in my randomness little reminders started to creep into my day.  My blog titled The Catalyst was not planned.  I had other things to write about.  Yet as I sat down to type out the words, there was this need to tell that story.  It was the only thing I could think about all day.  I started writing it thinking I would continue the next day.  Yet the next day the words were not there, our schedule was crazy and it didn’t feel right.  Then the other night my husband decided to work on my computer.  At the time I did not clearly express my intention or need for it but found myself frustrated later by the fact that I had not had a chance to get on and write.  As I processed those feelings after the fact it hit me that I was quickly forgetting the purpose of my blog.   I was starting to create a lot of structure, even pressure.  It is meant to be random and fun, like having girls night out or tea at the tea house.  It is fine to schedule, I often need to but the schedule can’t drive the content or process, it will loose it’s purpose for me.

I am learning something else about blogging.  Unlike an actual conversation with a person face to face there is little affirmation or immediate feedback from a blog.  Oh people make comments or tell you they enjoy reading but it could be days later.  I would compare the feeling to having a conversation, opening up and sharing your worst fears with someone.  But instead of getting a response, any response that person just looks back at you, saying nothing.  So????????OK?? You now think I am totally crazy, you hate me, I just made myself look stupid, what?   All of those insecurities that you have hidden deep down creep back up to the surface.  While I talk a lot I am not really putting myself out there totally unguarded when it comes to my personal feelings and journey.   I share bits and pieces but only what seems safe and mostly what I have already worked through and not what I am dealing with at the present time.  There is fear that is beginning to work it’s way up to the surface as I write that causes me to ask myself “what will others think when they read this?”.  So I start to write and re-write and there is nothing random in that.  That was never my purpose.

There is a battle I must fight against my very self nature that wants to gain approval and acceptance.  I must remind myself over and over why I started to write on a blog instead of placing words in a private journal.  I must pray continually that the titles, topics and words written are prompted not out of a desire to be accepted, to be liked but rather from my heart. To stay true to the original purpose.  To share myself in a different, hopefully at times deeper way with my friends and loved ones.

Recognizing who I am and my natural tendencies calls me to a place where I have to be intentionally random.  Kind of crazy isn’t it?  I have decided that I can not write on a schedule.  There will be no planning of topics and who knows how often or much I will write.  If the words do not come naturally as if having a conversation with my best friend then it may not be the time to share them.  Random reflection for me must be just that, Random.  Some of what I write may have meaning, a story, a journey to unfold.  Other topics may just be fun and my sharing of our life, our family.

So moving forward, being Intentional About Randomness.

 

 

Verbal expression also known of as communication in the form of words spoken.  This just may be my favorite form of self-expression.  By the time I was thirteen or fourteen months old when prompted I could tell you my name (Joy) and age (1).  My passion for spoken words only grew stronger from there.  My mother unwillingly attended school for a second time around.  No, she did not actually attend classes.  However, it was common for me to follow her around after school.  Not only did I down load all the normal school girl dramas, I am sure that would have been enough.  I also repeated stories from European History or Social Studies, whatever was interesting at that moment.   As a teen my mother would be in bed reading and I would sit on the end of her bed and talk.  Many conversations with my husband begin with “I was just thinking”.  My mind processes best through verbal expression.  So my verbal expression is often a form for me to figure things out, process a situation and even come up with solutions.

Given more hours in my days and weeks I could easily spend them sitting in a tea house with my dear friend talking through life’s challenges, sharing stories and encouraging one another.  Or with my best friend (my husband) processing life, sharing dreams and making plans while enjoying a Chai Latte at the local coffee shop.

Written Expression, the art of putting pen to paper or more commonly these days typing keys on my laptop has become another way for me to process my thoughts.  Grammar, spelling and punctuation are not words I would use when listing my strengths.   (I do apologize to those of you who are bothered by misuse of words or poor grammar.  I have on occasion been known to listen to podcasts from Grammar Girl in an attempt to improve this lacking skill set of mine.) My writing is more about taking what I would normally express in spoken form and putting it down on paper.  I write not with any proper form or for the love of the use of pronouns or proper punctuation.  When I write it is with the visual that you my friend are sitting at the table, tea or coffee in hand and we are reflecting on all that life brings before us from one day to the next.

Since time does not allow us the pleasure of sitting together uninterrupted for hours on end I have opted to start blogging.    There is no one theme for my blog, rather just a place of random reflection as we journey through all the seasons and stages of life together.

No matter your preferred form of expression, verbal or written.  I hope you find time in your day wherever it may be for random reflection.

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