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I, like many I know, have recently been thinking about why I blog. A little inspiration from HERE and HERE really brought the issue to the forefront of my mind. And, then (big, suspenseful pause), my cousin who blogs HERE, posted her thoughts on why she writes AND...you just won't believe this...but THE NESTER, who I--and several I know--tend to wait obsessively, er, anticipatingly (real word, I don't think so...but it sounds less stalker-ish)...to share her newest and most creative ideas--actually took the time to read and post her thoughts on Angela's blog. Isn't that just the end all, be all? Isn't that enough purpose right there? Not that Angela's blog isn't totally awesome in it's own right -- but, really, THE Nester??! Reports are that Angela is over-the-moon on this one! Mentor meets mentee via blogland. Inspiring, meet Inspired. Now, shake hands and do a happy dance because ain't technology grand?

So...
Back to the point. Purpose? What is mine, for my three readers? Blogging connects family and friends -- and we do have relatives across the nation -- so there is purpose. But, I think that's an added benefit. I think I write as an outlet. It's a way for me to show, in an image-focused world, where perfect homes and perfect people equal perfect lives, that I am human. Human in all its imperfect, messy glory. It's a leap of faith to make your goals known and go after them. It's encouraging to receive support from others. It's human to doubt, but God-inspired to persevere. It's humbling to achieve a goal and know something bigger than yourself is responsible. It's risky and raw (also, this) to write. And, where else, in day-to-day living, in the professionalism of a full-time job, in the tarry of bill-paying and dish-washing, can I gather my thoughts, mold them and shape them to share with others? Not that the two people who have read this far down the post are really dying to know what I am thinking. But in case you are reading this -- my purpose is to share the happiness in imperfection and the many, many blessings of a God who still loves me (and you, too!), even in the midst of a "fall-off-the-table-while-hanging-curtains, paint-the-room-the-wrong-color, messy, beautiful life."

So...
What's your purpose?