I'd like to think that I will keep up with this blog on a semi-daily basis, at least, but that's probably just wishful thinking.
Like the description says, I envision this as a dumping ground for all those things that swirl around my brain every minute of every day...the things that make me laugh, the things that make me cry, the things that make me smile and the things that catch my eye. Songs, photos, random thoughts, lyrics and poetry, etc. A kind of pressure relief valve for my mind...I'm a little curious as to what shape this little experiment of mine is going to take. The only thing I'm sure of is that it will most likely take a non-linear form, one post rarely dovetailing into the next.
But I guess that's the purpose of a diary, isn't it? Or at least what it usually winds up becoming; a document of just how one day almost never dovetails into the next, and that vague sense of discontent and disappointment when it does. The only thing that worries me is whether enough interesting stuff goes on in my life to justify being written about. I'm hoping to use this as a sort of eye/mind/spirit/heart opening exercise, a way to kind of open myself to the world again and see what it looks like when you can see the possibilities hiding around the corner, instead of just disappointed hopes and dead dreams. Actual possibilities. Just think of it. I haven't had eyes like that since high school.
But mainly, I think, this is going to wind up as some sort of document of my long search for that one special person, that fabled "other half" that we all hear so much about but seem to ever so rarely find. Because a life without love, a man without a woman, a heart without a whole, is just about the saddest thing I can think of. Which goes a long way toward saying something about where I'm coming from, I suppose.
But maybe, just maybe, it'll say something else entirely about where I'm going, too.
07 October 2009
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I definitely feel that you should start blogging regularly again. If for no other reason than the fact that Christopher and I miss you desperately.
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