When El Chupacabra gave my nifty little blogaroo a facelift, he added all these cool tabs at the top of the page for junk like contact info, and how to support us, and all that. In the last week or so, I’ve managed to get them all filled in. Except for the “about” page.
I keep sitting down to write it, but it feels….icky. So I started to make a list. Not a list about me – like, “I like turquiose.” – but a list of what I’m about; the things that dominate my thoughts, and more importantly, how I live my life. When I look over my list, I have to say that I’m a lot more about me than I’d like to be. Ooh, I made a rhyme!…. *sigh* See?
This isn’t the whole list. I left out the really obnoxious parts, like “I’m about buying your affection with warm chocolate chip cookies” and “I’m about tweezers”. But I’m seriously considering taking this list and pasting it onto my “about” page, just to be done with it.
Unless you have a better idea…
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I’m about procrastinating.
I’m not about administrating. I can’t even handle my own inbox. It’s embarrassing.
I’m about loving my husband and sons. I wish I was way, WAY better about this.
I’m about organic discipleship. The kind that happens naturally. Although, I usually just call it… ya know… friendship.
I’m not about Klout. Or Alexa. Or Analytics. Or any of the other false measures that tempt us into thinking we’re more significant than anyone else. (This is the internet, people. Easy come, easy go.)
I’m about coffee.
I’m about food. Sometimes I’m not healthy about food.
I’m about changing the way we do missions.
I’m about hair and makeup and clothes, and feeling pretty, and twirling in skirts, and being adorable, and wishing “he loves me” on a daisy, and asking “does this make my ass look huge?”, and hating my ankles, and all the other bullshit girls do and say in a misguided effort to know that they are loved.
I’m not about leading.
But I am about instigating. I’d rather we walk alongside each other in this life, than one in front of the other. But, if I see that you need a push, I’ll get behind you… and I hope you’ll do the same for me.
I’m about words. All of them. Even the ones you don’t like.
I’m about people.
I’m not about turning people into projects. If I’m spending time with you, it’s because I like you.
I’m so not about speaking Spanish.
I wish I was about running.
I’m not about home-making. Or home-schooling. Or? Home-wrecking. These things just aren’t for me.
I’m about second chances.
I’mlearning to be more about Jesus and less about me. It’s way harder than it sounds.
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What are you about?…. What do you wish you were about?