Tick, tick, tick …
I can hear the “tick, tick, tick, tick …” of the 60 Minutes television news program in my head sometimes. Especially when I have set a time limit on a project I am working on.
Something absolutely amazing happens when you attach a deadline (and honor said deadline!!) to a task or project: It get completed! 
Not impressed? This happens to you all the time, huh? Well, not for me. I am overcoming my life as a two-year-old (or at least like the two-year-old — so sweet and curious — I mothered, oh-so many years ago …)
During the past 12 months I have intently purposed to live differently than “before” … When my life adventures — in family and motherhood, cancer (followed by numerous other less interesting — but just as annoying! — health challenges), marriage woes and facing the very real possibility of my mobility being possible only via the aid of a wheeled walker — ganged up, conspiring and threatening to snuff out the fire in my heart to live “on purpose” and dance in the sun. 
Thus, the year of 2007 proved to be … Well, in the words of Mr. Dickens: “It was the best of times and the worst of times.”
However, it also proved that attitude and hard work hold the promise of change. Once one decides (and is spiritually, emotionally and physically able) to overcome the fear and excuses to activate said promise!
The key elements (at least the ones that Perspective grants me to remember at this very moment) are: mini-goals, habits and routines. No small feat for me as I tend to mistake perfection as progress frequently — and I have the attention span of a gnat! Everything fascinates me — and (without boundaries and goals) I run around “playing” until I fall asleep (read: collapse) and then wake the next day and do it all over again! Just like a two-year-old!
And, so, that is what I have been up to. Letting go, reorganizing and living The Change — the blessed life — I only dreamed about this time last year …
These first days of 2008 have proved to be delightful, terrifying, inspiring and just plain fun. And now, as the ticking in my head reminds me, it is time to finish up this post.
My final words are specifically directed to you, dear reader (and especially to my dear and faithful friends). I have blogged my way to this point. But I didn’t get here by myself. I have been carried by your prayers and kindness, encouraged by your comments and inspired to blog my journey because I learned that words are like seeds …
And all gardens start with seeds.
