My precious..bitterness

There are a million ways I wish I were a better writer.
As I sit here, (and any time I sit down to this!) I go through all the reasons that I shouldn't even be writing.
After all, I don't have the stellar education that some people have, nor the ability to say things in a beautiful way. (On that note..I think people who write better..should go ahead and do it..!)
Yet, I'm here..writing for some reason unknown to me. Maybe it's just for me and me alone!
In this Facebook, social driven media, I feel like I need some hope..because I see fear, anger, confusion, and all sorts of exchange happening between people. I see well meaning people who, at times, push all this fear and anger onto some innocent person..usually, the only one offering some sort of hope. They get the verbal throw-up of all the anger. As if that person seems to be the easiest target.
Trust me..I have had my share of drama on Facebook..so don't worry..I've got some serious flaws when it comes to understanding what people mean when they are writing.
And when I write, I question God a million times over and over..and sometimes things don't get written or posted.
I wish I had more answers, but until I do I'll just keep typing until I put something legible down..worth reading..or not!!
The end goal is perhaps I'll get better at it someday!! (I may or may not though, so I won't hold my breath!) For now though, I will just have to reconcile with my soul, and type..even if not a single person stops by to read it.
I can be at peace with that.
That's the beauty of any blog, really. There are times I might read someone's blog and I only needed a word or a sentence from it...and it will sit with me for a long time as I spin my thoughts around it over and over.
It's funny how that happens.
Today I was toiling over this shoulder injury I've been spending my weeks in Physical therapy over. I'm about 90% there in the process. Yet,  I expected to be fully healed by now!(Actually, I expected it to be healed about 4 months ago!!) I dislocated it back in July, then it "froze"up (for no clear reason),  and now, after about 7 months, I'm getting most of my mobility back.
So far, I've been doing things I don't like to do, like spin class. (I always told people I'd never do that! Umm..they always say never say never..lol!!) Yet, it's been my go to work out for the past 6 months..3 times a week! Last month I was able to go back to body combat..my all time favorite work out and slowly and carefully..it seems to be coming back!
I'm always looking for the reasons behind things, though, and this has made no sense to me, whatsoever!!
Perhaps it never will.
A thought today was that I am not fully healed, yet I'm back doing what I love.
So, I wonder if that's my take home today.
I don't need to be 100% at this writing, this life, this anything to be effective.
Perhaps I can still bring people a little bit of hope in this encouragement starved world we live in without having some sort of English/Literature/and sometimes Theology degree.
Maybe I just bring you a little bit of encouragement to go and build people up and look for opportunities to push past your inadequacies and do something outrageous and big with yourself.
I hope and pray you do.
You matter to someone..and someone needs to hear that from you.
In fact, I'm thinking that's all we ever need to hear from anyone, really...
Until next time..!