We all start somewhere...

I don't really know what has taken over me, but I have decided to start writing down my thoughts. I don't really know at this point if I intend for any of this to be read by anyone other than myself, but let's see where this goes.

This past week I realized I have a new goal in life. I never thought the following words would ever come out of my mouth, but I have decided I want to write a book. The topic of the book is still a work in progress, and if that statement alone is any indicator of how long this process is going to take; I am in trouble! However, the long difficult journey is not going to stop me from pursuing this goal.

This past Thursday, September 23 2010, was quite an emotional day for me. I won't get into everything right at the moment, but I have a feeling this is what sparked this entire blogging breakdown. I am referring to it as a breakdown because my sister has begged me to start a blog for what seems like 2 years now and I have been kicking and screaming for every minute of it, swearing I would never start one. I never thought I had anything of significance to write about. However, if my life could potentially help someone, than I am jumping on the bandwagon, or should I say Wegen :) Yes, I just made a really bad joke about my last name; if I made you smile, even just a little, than I accomplished my goal! My plan is to write about the good, the bad, and the ugly. The good times and the hard times, because everything I go through has meaning. Everything I go through is forming my life into what God intends for me. I have surrendered my plan for my life, and am sitting back and relaxing while I officially let God take over the driver's seat! I mentioned my sister earlier, well she is two years older than me. In true sibling vs. sibling lifestyle, that meant my sister had complete and utter control over me from the day I was born. Including the days we played out in the front yard. Remember those old metal red flyer wagons. Well, I had to take a seat and go for a ride whenever she wanted me to. She would grab the handle and take me wherever I didn't want to go; until one day she flipped the wagon on its side and split my head open, but that's beside the point. My point is, God, I am officially giving you the handle to my red flyer wagon. Lead me where you want me to go, just try not to take the turns too quickly :)