Time flies, doesn't it?
I keep thinking, "Really? It's February in 2011 already?"
Life gives me time and space, but what really matters is how I choose to fill it...
And while I'm beyond stoked to see what goes down in 2011,
I find myself grasping for the elusive intangibles of yesterday--
to find a balance between appreciating the magic and mystery of days gone by
and getting so caught up in life right now that I block those days out all together.
I want to live in such a way that when I'm gone, I leave behind some reason to be missed.
I want to laugh more, cry more--stop to appreciate the distance I've come, yet push myself to learn new things--
to run another mile, to face the next obstacle with courage and grace.
There are thousands to tell me my dreams are too big, thousands who might sit back and scoff.
I don't care.
I want to be in the middle of things--
getting my hands dirty while striving valiantly to make my dreams a reality--
though I might err and come short again and again.
Because even if I fail while daring greatly, I'll never be that poor, pathetic soul
who knows neither success nor failure.
I've been given this one, tiny moment in time--this one chance to contribute in some significant way--
to dare something great for God, to be real and enjoy life.
It isn't in my power to change everything, but I can change something.
I can be unafraid to be happy, to enjoy the beautiful and believe the best,
because no matter my end, I want it to be said that I lived.