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I've been struggling a lot lately with this whole writing thing (which is something I realize I've said often over the last two or three years, so I apologize right now for beating a dead horse).
Not so much in the ideas department, because pretty much anything and everything sparks some stray thought somewhere, as in the execution.
I can safely and easily argue that I am busy, busy, busy, and that I am going to carve out some time in the near future to remedy the situation.
But I never follow through.
I spend a lot of my limited free time borderline stalking my friends and family on Facebook and Instagram and Pinterest (what can I say, other than that I choose to let social media consume a lot of my time and attention).

So recently, I've been going through my Pinterest boards, looking at things I've pinned and wondering what in the world I was thinking when I pinned certain things to my boards.
Especially my "Inspiration" board.
And my "Mobilization" board.
And my "Words of Truth" board.

There are some things I just don't understand (and probably should probably delete).
Other things, fortunately, are just as clear today as they were the day I pinned them.
Mercifully, many fall into the latter category.

But - that doesn't excuse the massive time suck social media in general has become as of late, with Pinterest being the chief offender.
In order to make sure I don't forget so easily what inspires my decision to pin things to certain boards (and, for the sake of accuracy, I should also say that some of this might be springing from a desire to be more judicious about what I am sharing), I am issuing myself a challenge.

It's a fairly simple one, too.
Every time I pin a quote that I find inspiration from, or find myself motivated to some kind of action, or find truth in, I have to write a blog about it.
Why it inspires, motivates, or is something I find to be true.

I'm not challenging myself like this because I feel an overwhelming need to defend myself.
At this time of year, when friends who have sworn off of social media for Lent are coming back to it (hopefully with a deeper and richer relationship with the King of Kings and Lord of Lords for having done so), it's easy to feel like I need to.
This is about how I miss writing blogs and need a kick in the rear end to get started again on a more frequent basis.
Nothing more and nothing less.

P.S. - If you find I'm not holding up my end of the bargain, call me on it.
I want to do this, and I want to do it right.


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