I hate it when Josh reads over my shoulder when I am trying to write my once a month blog post. But I do love thinking of what I’m going to write about. I wish I wrote more. I wish had the motivation to write. I have a bunch of unfinished journals. A collection of thoughts and experiences over the years that now sit on a shelf. I’ve rarely read them again, but when I do they either make me a little bit embarrassed, or they give me reason to stop and remember that I am always, always learning. And some lessons I am learning over and over again.