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One Word 2014: DO


 In 2014, I plan to take action and DO.

DO go out and get the life I want. The life I want isn't going to come to me while I sit on the couch.

DO be honest. Think about what I want, really want. Not what other people have.

DO be the person God wants me to be. Pray better, not just two minutes before I go to sleep. Pray and continue to pray when I say I will on a friend's Facebook post. Read the Bible, not just have it read to me on Sunday.

DO write on my blog. I won't help anyone, or not as many people, with just a Five Minute Friday post. If I want to be writer, WRITE.

DO forgive. Everyone. Including myself. I will get so much farther if I quit carrying all that past baggage with me. Leave it in 2013. 

DO fix my house. No more gathering paint samples and tearing photos out of magazines. DO it myself or hire it done.

DO something for others. Don't just write checks, give of me and my time.

DO better at work. Prove that I deserve what I've fought for the past 6.5 years. Be the editor.

DO more with my free time. Read more. Cross stitch. Work a puzzle. Garden. No more feeling sorry for myself. No more using the past six years as an excuse to be lazy. DO!

DO be a better listener. Quit feeling bad about it later and DO it in the moment.

DO all of this with God's help. Seek His guidance every step of the way. DO His will for my life.

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