Somewhere along the road I detoured into Social Network Place and into this thing called blogging. It's giving me new keys to more neighborhoods but I'm not sure if I can afford them.
What I love most about blogging and frankly writing in general are the stories. I consider myself a storyteller rather than a writer/blogger. The stories I've weaved on this very site have been both personal and cathartic, cleansing, endearing and sometimes just sweet and silly. This is the benefit. But there is a down side.
I'm having the hardest time keeping my blogging brain out of the very moments that make life meaningful. I'll start thinking about how I can turn just about anything into a blog post. I take pictures of all kinds of randomness as insurance that it may one day show up in this space. But then I sit to write it out and the private me intervenes and says to leave some things unpublished. So I do. It also sucks when I'm in the middle of a conversation and someone stops and says "you know, you should write about that." It takes me out of the present.
I'm learning that when you're favorite writer/blogger stops writing/blogging it's not just because they're busy it's because they're busy living.
So that's where I'm at lately. I have numerous updates. Many more stories to tell but I won't force them. They'll arrive in awesome fashion. Until then I'll leave you with one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies ever.
|"Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying"|