good. better. best.

I want to be better.
Not better than anyone else.  Just better than I am. 

I want to be better at blogging.

  For no reason other than for myself. 

I enjoy it.  Reading others.  Writing my own.  It's inspiring in a way words do little justice.

A little while ago I came across some posts analyzing one's motivation for blogging.

It got me thinking. 

At first I felt sorry for myself thinking it was my way of connecting with a world outside of the toddler/baby universe I currently live in.  I thought, how sad that I am so lonely.  But that is not it at all.  

It allows me access to things and people, talent and friends, that I would never otherwise be blessed to know.  I am grateful for it.  I am better because of it.  I am happier with it. 

I hope that I come across as real, not showy.  Because that is what I enjoy in a blog.  The bad and ugly along with the good and glorious.  

Anyways.

I want to be a better
 mother, wife, friend, daughter, sister, aunt. 

I want to sew better.

Create more.

Read more.

Write more.

I want to eat better.

Play more.

Clean less.  But have a cleaner, more organized house. 

I want to cook better.

Save better.
Go to bed earlier.
Procrastinate less.
Sit up straighter.
Drink more water.

I want to take better pictures.

Get a better camera.

Serve better.  Help more.  Give more.

I want to shop better, faster.

I want to dress better.

Do yard work better. 

Exercise better. 

Etc. Etc. Etc.

Blah blah blah!