They say, not sure who “they” is, but they say that writers are more the observers in life. Really? Because sometimes I only wish I could observe. Yesterday went great, but God continues to put me in situations that are not in my comfort zone. Those padded walls are being pushed through constantly it seems.
I guess that’s the way it should be, and I am fully aware that there are others working far harder and doing much more than I am. I’m just further behind them in some respects, I guess. But no, no comparisons. Lives are different, choices are made. I just don’t want to find myself burned out and so I am simply relying on God to give me the strength for that which I end up doing.
So, I get ready to start the new week tomorrow. Routines, habits, and schedules to follow. Rest, crafting, and family to rejuvenate. Truly, life is a good thing and God is great. I don’t regret anything, and am grateful for where I am right now. I guess I will just have to learn to observe while I am doing. Not that I consider myself a “writer” anyway. 
I don’t think of myself, as a writer, as an observer. No, I think, in order to be a good writer, you must be a liver. You have to go out there and LIVE life and experience things and get out of your comfort zone. Then, you can write about.
I think we’re all observers but blessed to be able to be touched by what you observe.
Youre doing just fine!