Reset and Re-Write

In 2011, I plead for consistency in things. Mostly, in those that are beneficial like, work, good habits, healthy eating and patience. Yes, I plead for God to give me consistency in being patient. My patience is erratic thus, I blew off most of those things and relationships that are precious to me until today. I don't know God's ways but I know it will cost me some things.

I am a work in progress, as most people are. If you disagree with me, dig up your journals or your past blog entries and you wont contest. I just did. Rereading journal entries is a gravity pull, drowning me with humility. Really, one cannot boast of anything in his/her life except the miracle that God creates in him/her everyday.

I started writing on my journal when I was 14. Although it wasn't a daily thing, I wrote on a regular basis. It was one thing I looked forward to doing every single day (if i can). The one thing I was most consistent about. It was in my journals that my love for poetry was birthed.

Recently though, my entries were scanty. Blame it on blogging. Blame it on the non-essentials I carved a niche for. Blame it on TV. Oh no, blame ME. Most times, it was an effort to not write on my journal because there are things that I opted not to be 'inked'. I rather that they remain in my memory..that way they stand a chance at being forgotten.

We all want bad memories to NOT be remembered, right?

I wanted to. But a paradigm shift has brought me to think differently. Bad memories do not remain bad if the purpose why it happened has come to fulfillment. So now, I have the desire to write all memories that I could, good and bad because I want to see it unfold into a beautiful story. I have this belief that our lives are not lived just for our own benefits. Our lives are stories to some people that would encourage them to live.

One of my closest friends gives me books each special occasion. Seriously, most of the books in my rack are from her. This year, I was eager to get another one from her. But this year at Christmas, she wrapped two pretty journals for me and wrote in her dedication, "No books for you this year. It is time you start writing yours." I was moved to tears.

In 2010, I was close to giving up writing. But I guess that is why God gave men wisdom to design the calendar, so that people will have that tangible reminder that they can start all over again.

When 2011 ticked, I was put on Reset. That's why my journals are ready. It is time I Re-Write.