Hello, friends. My new podcast, “Determined to Dance,” starts in three weeks. Wow. I can hardly believe it. Emotions flood in. Joy, fear, peace, fear, hope—

You know what’s coming. Yep. The fear thing.

But I know of nothing new that anyone has ever stepped out to accomplish that didn’t have a bit of fear attached to it. For we are all creatures of habit, people who like things to stay the way they’ve always been. That comfort found in no change.

False comfort.

Why false? Because we were made for so much more. God placed in us as children curiosity, bravery, and determination. Somewhere in life, however, it was knocked from our hands. Flattened and spread thin like pizza crust.

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We all need a holiday, especially after 2020. So much fear, anxiety, and worry. As I started to practice with my podcasting equipment, the need for a three-month or so vacation came to mind.

But it’s not time.

Some of you understand exactly how I feel. The closer the next three weeks are to arriving, the more I’ve struggled with procrastination. I don’t even want to mention how many books I’ve read since the beginning of this year. Walls I’ve wiped. Pages I’ve colored in my many “grown-up” coloring books.

So, I’ve decided to tackle the subject head-on during my podcasts. Seems to be the best way to approach life.

Especially procrastination.

I’ve sketched an outline for the first eight or so podcasts. I’m really excited about them. I hope you feel the excitement building also…

Do you mind if I share a story to end this week’s post? Around Christmas 2020, a good friend and I were discussing my custom of seeking a word for each new year, a focus point when times get tough. I pray and wait and at some point, just know what the word or phrase is. I explained to her that I hadn’t gotten one for 2020 and that was unusual for it to take so long.

In the deepest part of me, a whisper came. “I’ve given you a word already but you didn’t accept it.”

I cringed. I remember the exact moment weeks earlier when the whisper came. The word was “decision.”

I remember shaking my head. Nope. I didn’t want a year where I had to make lots of painful, teeth-pulling choices. I tried to forget it.

Didn’t work. After my friend left, I took a few moments to let the word settle in my heart, then realized there was only one decision He asked of me.

The decision to be who He called me to be. He wanted me to be ‘me.’ In all my glory and all my failures. In my honesty and my deception. In the good days and the not-so-good.

Be me.

So, that’s my decision. While I hope the me that I am continues to grow and become a more wise and confident woman, I’m not there yet. And it’s okay. Would you like to join me in just being yourself this year? I think we’ll have a fun time. 😊

Until then. Stay determined to dance.

My podcast begins in three weeks, with the tentative start date of March 2nd.

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