{"id":1333,"date":"2011-01-10T16:55:19","date_gmt":"2011-01-10T21:55:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1333"},"modified":"2011-01-10T16:55:19","modified_gmt":"2011-01-10T21:55:19","slug":"i-believe-i-can-fly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1333","title":{"rendered":"I Believe I Can Fly&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><strong>Are you content with your life?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/images.jpeg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1334\" title=\"images\" src=\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/01\/images.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"259\" height=\"194\" \/><\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I used to be very content with my life. \u00a0I loved having babies and doing all things that involved that stage of life. \u00a0Play dates, gymnasic lessons, music classes, going to the gym, being a huge part of my child(s) life. \u00a0I was content.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Lately I have wanted to spread my wings. \u00a0I want to fly! \u00a0I want to be the best me that isn&#8217;t mom and wife and sister and daughter and friend. \u00a0I feel my heart beating faster every time I think of it. \u00a0I feel that possiblity there.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">What <em>tha<\/em>t is I am not sure. \u00a0Yet I feel <em>it<\/em>! \u00a0I want it! \u00a0Do you have any idea what I am talking about? \u00a0Many of you are in a satisfying career. \u00a0You already know what you want to be when you grow up. \u00a0Some of you are satisfied with never growing up. \u00a0I have a bit of that in me, too.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Tomorrow is the day that I wrote on the calender to start writing my book. \u00a0I have been working it a little bit here and there. \u00a0Yet now I am making it an active part of my day. \u00a0I started to do so a bit today and as I sat at my computer, I drew a blank.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><strong>WHAT AM I WRITNG ABOUT? \u00a0Where did all my thoughts go?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">There is a bit of panic happening in my belly. \u00a0What if I fail?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I have my office. \u00a0It has finally been broken in a bit. \u00a0A first it was perfect, neat and clean. \u00a0Now finally, my white chair has a smudge of chocolate (I really hope it&#8217;s chocolate) from one of the boys hands. \u00a0There are books a little crooked. \u00a0There is bits of paper on my desk. \u00a0It&#8217;s all there &#8230; just waiting for me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Insert a huge sigh here.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Could you pray for me?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Sometimes I write a post and then re-read it. \u00a0I am impressed. \u00a0I smile. \u00a0Then I pause and know that God is writing with me, as I couldn&#8217;t write like that. \u00a0So, as I go into this&#8230; writing with the plan of a book someday&#8230; could you say a prayer for me&#8230; that God writes with me, that someday&#8230; all this&#8230; my life that I am sharing&#8230; will be helpful and life changing to someone.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>God&#8230; please help me. <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>I don&#8217;t want to just fly&#8230; I want to soar.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>May Your will be done.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Amen.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Are you content with your life? 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