Hm.

Two things, rather unrelated. I seriously miss writing. I've always found such release in putting my thoughts on paper (or screen as the case may be). But apparently my fears that life would turn busier than ever come January 2007 were on target! It's frustrating just wondering when some free time to write will open up. Perhaps I should search out a free writing club for the summer? There's bound to be one in Chicago. I'd better hurry before the thoughtful writer in me is dried up from the overly stimulating effects of research papers.

In other thoughts, would you be happy with your life if you died today, or tomorrow? What would you leave behind? And what would be waiting for you? These are the questions on my mind the last few days. They've been sobering to say the least. I can't share all the details as I'm still thinking through them myself. Or maybe I'm not ever meant to share them but instead to get you thinking. So here's what I know: I want my life to count. I want my life to be different, unique, and special. Not because I am any of those things, but because my GOD is.