I'm sure that this just cursed it - but I am actually writing again. It feels brilliant. So stinking exciting.
I feel like it's been years since I've been able to just write. I'm at a point in my life where my mind is pondering and my life is crazy - yet writing provides therapy and not disappointment. That's a beautiful feeling my friends.
I went through a difficult period in the fall of 2010. It sucked away my ability to blog. I wasn't ready to go public, yet I felt any post I would write would be fake and filled with hypocrisy. So I just kept my writing to myself. I somehow lost my heart for blogging.
Now, I'm writing again. At least I'm trying to. I'm trying to write consistently and honestly - 2 of my biggest writing struggles. I consider this an experiment to see if I can accomplish either.
I also changed platforms. I'm checking out Posterous right now. It's not a forever platform, but I'm trying to simplify things and just focus on content. That may be a bit too radical for our ascetics addicted blogging culture, but it's who I want to be at this point in my busy life.
I feel as if I'm pumping out some of the best stuff I've ever done.
I'm talking about dreaming, Jesus, and human trafficking. I'm writing about stuff that matters. Things that I am passionate about. I can't describe how beautiful that feels. If you want to get in on the action - here are a few of my favorite posts for you to check out.
Six Years Later…An Update
1 month ago