A whole world of big.
Whole bits of little me.
There's tenderness in this longing to be far from little.
A whole rooted tree.
Whole limbs of longing me.
There's hope in this longing to be far from little.
A whole wide road.
Maps laid out in front of me.
Some days I wonder why I blog.
Here's this tiny space for me.
Here's this tiny voice for me.
I share my life.
Pictures of my family.
Today it's because I feel very small. Sometimes that makes me feel an emptiness. An unsatisfied wanderlust. A list of goals so far from reach.
Instead, today it's making me crave bigness in goals I can meet-
Read one book a month.
Weekend trips somewhere new each year.
Volunteer- my hands and my heart.
Learn to garden.
Share somewhere bigger than this tiny space.
Finish a quilt.
Enjoy more picnics.
Learn to rollerskate.
Learn how to properly blow dry my hair.
Learn how to not feel awkward at parties.
Conquer yoga classes.
Drink more water.
It's just a start.
But that little start sure helps me feel much bigger.
Why do you blog, read blogs, read my blog? And what is on your little list today?
If you are reading this, then please answer. Don't be quiet. I love hearing what you have to say.