I’m a world-class procrastinator.  If excuse-making was an Olympic sport, I’d be a gold medalist.  I’d be giving Michael Phelps a run for his status as most decorated Olympic athlete.  I am a great idea person – I come up with them constantly – but I lack the follow-through necessary to put the ideas to paper, so to speak.  In my more honest moments I recognize this as a defense mechanism:  my inner perfectionist is so afraid of failing that I never even leave the starting line.   And so my little Pieces of Me blog has been languishing since November 2011, wasting away for lack of new material (if you want to see what I’ve been up to in past years, head over here: ). It’s not that I haven’t had anything to write about.  It’s more that I don’t allow myself the time and grace it would take to actually sit down and compose something eloquent and readable.  I just had a birthday and as a birthday gift to myself, I hereby christen this new blog, one rebel heart.

I’m always curious about how people come up with blog names and email addresses.  The phrase “rebel heart” comes from a Chris Tomlin song and it makes me think of Romans 7:15:  “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.”  I want to do the right thing but all too often my heart rebels and runs away from the very One I should be running TO.  And I put the word “one” in front of it because I know I’m not alone in this.

So here I am with my one rebel heart and a lot to say, whether anyone reads it or not.  Let’s get started.