Since today marks two months of blogging, I thought I would take the opportunity to reflect on the experience so far. If you've read along for most this time, I'm not sure whether to thank you or feel sorry for you. Maybe I'll do both.
In some ways, I feel like a little kid sitting at the dinner table making funny faces. People start watching you, and so you keep making more faces and funnier. I think this picture actually encapsulates blogging rather well, not in that it is necessarily funny, but in that it constitutes a perpetual audience, which in turn serves to stimulate offerings of some kind to hold their attention.
I've felt for some time that I think clearest and express myself most accurately when writing. Writing both forces me and allows me time to articulate thought with more precision than is generally possible when speaking. Still, I'm sure many things I've written have been less than precise, and some things downright confusing. Most good writers walk a thin line between the ambiguous and the profound, and writers-in-progress are bound to lose their balance once in awhile.
I'm aware that these pages often read more like a devotional, booklist, or theological journal than like thoughts from an actual person, but I do have reasons for this. For one, I just can't seem to swallow the idea that the color of my socks or what I had for breakfast could be that interesting. I mean, come on. I don't even care much about those things, and I'm me.
So besides the serious tone, and generally eschewing exclamation marks, (only 15 so far! whoops, 16), I'm having fun. Hopefully some of you are too.