There’s a funny thing about writing. You always know what you want to write about until you sit down to actually write. The past few months, I’ve had several things on my mind, but I didn’t take a few minutes to sit down and put them on paper. Since then, I cannot remember what I was wanting to put out there for the whole world to see.

Maybe it was the celebration of my one year anniversary with my wonderful husband who puts up with all of my idiosyncrasies. Like, deciding every week is the week I start training for my next half marathon. (Note: I have not ran double digit miles in a couple years). Or deciding when seeing any small child it is the EXACT moment I want to have a child only to realize in 10 min this would mean the next 18+ years of my life would revolve around the needs of that child. Oh, and the Italy trip, I’ve been planning in my head since our friends returned from theirs close to a year ago, will have to wait until at least the child can stay a week or two with grandparents.

Or maybe it’s because work has been good, and busy, taking up more than the typical 40 hours a week. This could be caused my spontaneous ideas which keep me up in the middle of the night because I had a work dream during I had the most brilliant idea of my professional career! But yes, I still have not put a notebook beside my bed to write the idea down. So by the morning I’m trying to remember what my idea was. I swear I would have revolutionized customer experience at least four times the past two months if I only would have had something to write on!!!

Maybe still, it’s because of Facebook! The one social medium my friends from St. Louis, Phoenix, D.C. and across the world use. The one medium I can quickly catchup on what is happening with a few flicks of the thump on my phone. “Did you see this?” I say to my husband more times than he probably cares to hear every day. I did delete Facebook from my phone for a few months last year to work on being more present when spending time at home, but then I rediscovered Pinterest. We decided it was safer for our wallet to rejoin the ranks of Facebook.

I could make more excuses, but they are just that, excuses. I don’t go into work and say, “Sorry, this Facebook thing is keeping me tied up for the day.” At least not any more. Twelve months ago it would have been ok, but social media isn’t in my job description any more.

Tonight, I make the promise to each and every one reading this, as well as the bots (we know there are more of those than actual readers), to write more. Even if it is stream of conscious like tonight. And by “write more” I mean at least once a month. Knowing the hubs has to work late at least one night a month, I think I can carve some time out of my evening as music plays through our Apple TV and dinner simmers on the stove, I promise to write something. It might not be revolutionary, but it will be something.

May each of you find your passion and purpose. Enjoy the time you have. And please remember to put a journal next to your bed to write down your game-changing ideas!