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Focus...

The word for the day is focus. I've got to learn how to focus my thoughts so I can write a successful blog.

What makes a blog successful, you ask? In my opinion, there's a point to it. It has a specific purpose, i.e. entertainment, political opinion, weight loss, etc. Right now, I'm just jotting down random thoughts as they come. While it may be therapeutic and downright fun for me, you probably aren't as entertained by my musings as I am.

Therefore, I'm going to continue to post what's on my mind, but I'll make it a point to try and get it together soon. Deal?

Now for today's thought...

It's Sunday, and I went to church. While that probably sounds pretty mundate and regular, I'm so glad to be able to go. See, when I was living the night life, it was hard for me to go because I worked from Sunday to Thursday. That meant I had to get as much rest as possible before going to work. Unlike some jobs which allow for sleeping, i.e. security guard (I'm shouting you out, MC!) a writer has to be alert at all times. Of course, if you know me well, you know that I'm what is commonly known as a talented sleeper. That means that I can sleep anywhere at any time. Pretty impressive, right? LOL

Anyway, I said all that to say that I was glad to be in the house of the Lord. I got a chance to praise and worship my Father in Heaven along with a corporate body of believers. That's very important to me because I need to be in the right frame of mind to deal with the rigors of life in Los Angeles.

While I really don't share my faith as much as I should, I am totally convinced that Jesus is the best thing that ever happened to me. If I told you about half the things He's brought me through, you'd understand why I feel the way I do. I'll be sharing more about those experiences in later posts.

I do have other thoughts, but I'm gonna wait on them.

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