Fixed my hair. Check.
Brushed my teeth. Check.
Got ready for choir practice and church, and drove there, arriving on time. Check.
Enjoyed the sweet fellowship under the cathedral.
Ebb and flow.
Returned home to do some scrapbooking.
Oh, and I made some cornbread to go with dinner. Used vegetable oil instead of butter (what was I thinking?? I never do that.) To me, it was intolerable.
Fetched some hangars off the back of my bedroom door and figure that is one goal truly met. Placed them in the laundry room where I wash and hang my uniforms.
Tonight, I wonder why people think you have to be a rock star to be amazing. Or famous. Or anything that is noticed by all.
Do you have to have a fabulous house, an enchanted life? Do you have to impress? Or is it ok to be ordinary?
Looking back over my family’s heritage, I can say that not one of them were what I would consider famous, or known by huge numbers of people. They worked hard, kept clean houses, donated to charity when possible, went to church and invited neighbors and friends to dinner.
Collectively, my family has inventors, teachers, artists, businessmen, government workers, night watchmen, beauticians, homemakers, seamstresses, girl bosses (we call it being assertive), and more.
And of my family who maintains a presence online, they are pretty simple people, post a few things to be social. Realizing a need to connect, we enjoy seeing pictures of what we are all doing.
Yet reaching the masses, not so much.
And I think of my writing and whether it will blossom (I have written for newspapers, and those days are over, as I have launched a new career that I love, while also maintaining my love for creative writing.)
I say all this to present a question.
Am I using my writing to help people, and are others touched or motivated, inspired or encouraged by it?
I hope so.
What gifts we are given, when shared, shine on the world around us and help us all reach our dreams.
Was also grocery shopping today, and heard a young lady singing in the parking lot of the grocery store, and a few aisles away, heard a young man playing a concert violin.
He had a sign for donations, but wow, his contribution to this beautiful day was so worth any money people could throw his way.
I saw the young lady in the bakery, and told her she had a pretty voice and that she needs to sing like that everywhere she goes because the world needs more of that.
So here is my offering for today’s blog.
May we all sparkle with the stars we hold in our hands and toss them frequently about, giving light and warmth to those around us.