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Back from Hiatus :-)

Happy New Year to all and sundry.

For the first time in a couple of years, I feel like I have started a new year with purpose; notwithstanding the fact that this 'purpose' was wrought of disappointment and heartache.

Whenever it has been said that, 'it has to get worse before it gets better', I have not quite understood considering that I have rarely been ill in my short life and besides, by a carefully crafted system of cautious existence, I have 'protected' myself from the 'pitfalls' that oft come with loving another human being with careless abandon.

Today, I am committed to a year of self discovery, a journey to the centre of Kyampaire to painstakingly separate the wheat from the chaff where my habits, characteristics, beliefs and attitudes are concerned. There is a part of me that thinks I may have been reflecting off me characteristics/ opinions of some other people who I hold in high esteem. Well, it is time for me to figure out on which side of the fence I am- quit sitting on the fence, apologizing for positions I take on issues, get comfortable in this skin in which I must live for as long as God allows.

Yesterday, consequent to a lengthy chat with a friend, I finally closed a couple of chapters in my life that have been holding me back, making my knees weak as I wondered how I could 'live without' them if I closed them.

So, in the spirit of being transparent and accountable, I will share, here, five things I have purposed to achieve by my next birthday:

  1. Let go of my fear for automobiles and their potential to end a life and go to driving school and get a valid driving licence.
  2. Invest time in writing and thus ensure that I am 'published' in a daily at least once a month.  (Target:  at least 9 published articles).
  3. Volunteer at least 30 days (spread across the next 9 months) at Sanyu Babies Home. 
  4. Buy a guitar and re-learn how to play it.
  5. Start and maintain a book club in my home once a month.
For God, my country and the future generations :-)

Comments

  1. About time...good for you (as some mistakenly say). Good luck and Godspeed.

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  2. Driving license will take you places...wonder what we shall find in "The Journey to the Center of Kyamps" About the writing spot on. Check this out. http://piecesoflighte.blogspot.com/

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  3. about the book club, can i participate online?

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  4. PAM- am pretty sure we can work something out to make your participation online possible...giving thought to how that would work even now :-)

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  5. I am so proud of you. You know you always have my wifely support.
    I love you to infinity and beyond!

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