Time for more... me

I'm starting this blog on the same day that I've decided to stop paying so much attention to facebook. Nothing against facebook, but I feel it has made me stupid, not by lowering my IQ, but by distracting me from other "worthier" pursuits. I mean, I'm a grown ass man, and I don't feel that I should be so addicted to updating my status and "poking" my friends. (the latter can actually be pretty fun, but I digress).
Anyone reading this can thank the 3 girls who have inspired me to start writing again (4 if you count my mother who is in general an inspiration to me):
BG, who's writing is real, heartfelt, and very deep even when she writes about the shallow or mundane. I love her use of colorful language as much as I love her lack of use of spell check.
Kira, my firstborn. You make sense of the world and give meaning to my world. The term Daddy's Girl now makes sense and gives me laughter, chills, and tears all at once.
Drea, my second daughter. In 4 years you have smiled more than I have in 34. The way you love moves your daddy to move mountains. I love that you can't go more than 15 minutes without coming to find me for a hug, and my greatest fear is the day you stop doing that. You and your sister give me so much hope, and love; you provide the color in the painting of my life, and you are both the happy ending to my story. I'm realizing that is a story that has parts that are worthy of being recorded. And so, today I start.
The other reasons for starting this blog are:
I don't write enough. And it's a shame because I'm a damn good writer, but instead of writing, I read things that are mostly unfulfilling.
I don't think enough. And it's a shame because I am damn smart, but instead I fill my mind with trash.
I don't do enough. And it's a shame, because I'm very capable, but instead, I fill my time with the pursuit of some pretty frivolous things.
I don't play guitar enough. And that's a shame, because I'm damn goo.... well, because I like to play.
But those things are regretful at worst. The real tragedy is that I don't love enough. And that's a shame, because I've got a damn big heart, and there is a lot of need, and I could do more good.
It is my hope that I will be more accountable for the things I have listed above as I keep a better record of my time. Knowing that my daughters could one day read this, I want something to account for my time, as well as inspire them. In the process maybe we'll have a laugh or two.