Revival

“Well, school has certainly been busy this month…”, I wrote at the beginning of my last post, in October.

And to continue where I left off, it should suffice to say, “And it got busier from there.”

But now we’re in January, and I’ve been making changes to open up more space in my life, and I’m going to start writing again, because writing -whether in my journal, publicly on this blog, or even for class- is something that’s very important to me. Besides being something that makes me feel complete, something I take joy in, I think it’s actually crucial to my well-being. I love words- I love choosing them carefully and arranging them into sentences and paragraphs to bring out meaning, beauty, emotion, and story.

So the blog is starting up again.

First on the line up will be reflections on Paul’s first letter (well, the first one that has survived) to the Corinthians (which I’ve been studying for the last month).

I Apologize for the Drought

Again, I must apologize for the drought of posts here…

Of course, this is provided I have any sort of regular readership. Otherwise, it doesn’t matter as much. Though you could say, in that case, that I am apologizing to myself. =)

I do have somewhat of an excuse, as in the last weeks I’ve finished up the last hectic two weeks of my church internship job, moved back to the city where I go to college, and begun a painting job that averages about 10 hours a day.

Regardless of excuses, however, I do realize that posting consistently is a key part of having a solid blog, even though the expected and unexpected immediacies of daily life often get in the way of that ideal (here’s a novel idea: I could write shorter posts. Not every post, after all, has to be some sort of masterpiece).

This thing is definitely still in its germinating stage. In other words, I’m still trying to figure out what kind of “publication” I want my blog to be.

Record of personal life?

A compendium of philosophical musings?

A commentary on the larger goings-on of the world?

Or pet project with a limited life span?

I don’t know yet, really. Hopefully some combination of the first three, and that ideally with more artful weaving than disjointed jumbling.

We’ll have to see

For now though, we’ll end not with that ambiguous sentence but with a disturbing fact: I said earlier that “I don’t really care if nobody reads this.” Turns out that I must care more than I thought I would, because I’ve been checking to see how many hits I have far more often than I’ve actually been writing anything on here. How’s that for a manifestation of the human narcissistic tendency?