This proves it. Eighteen months has passed since I wrote a blog post so the fact that I am typing here, today, proves that I have no shame. Anyone else would have started over somewhere else or admitted defeat. But I don't want to start over or admit defeat. I want to write. My delusional worry that thousands of people will be bored or offended or surprised at the revelations in my writing is comical.

I recently asked women on a ministry page I manage to list what gifts they wanted to develop and improve this year. What a hypocrite. What am I going to do to improve/expand/increase the talents God has given me?

We'll see. I hope I write. Words are important. I want to use them.