So, in June 2008, I wrote about how I intended to be much more diligent in keeping up this blog. The problem is, that like many writers, I really avoid writing. I will get up, walk around, eat, check the internet, eat, check my emails, tidy up the room, eat, reorganize my files, eat, talk on the phone, eat . . .all of which results in extra pounds, constantly re-arranged desks and environments, and very little writing.
And now its January, and I made it my New Year's resolution to keep up the blog. And, like most decisions made at the first of the year, its a resolution that's coated all over with "good intentions". (note: the date is the 15th, already. not a good start)
Yep, good intentions I've got. What I wonder about is good material. I've never been sure that my life or thoughts are of interest to anyone else. In fact, I think of my life as everyday boring. Nothing to write home about, let alone, writing to the world at large. Most of the time I'm quite sure that everyone is leading more interesting lives than I am, and that nothing I think/do is worth commenting on . . .
But now--now--now--I've found FACEBOOK.
As a church, we have put up a Facebook page; that meant I needed to create a Facebook page; that led to the discovery of how Facebook works; which led to a quick tutorial by my daughter, and a just "check it out, Mom";--and that is quickly, I think, becoming an addiction. On Facebook, I can read which people I know are getting ready for dinner, which people I know are going shopping, which people I know are planning to take in a movie.
This has led to two things: One, an epiphany--my life is pretty much like everyone else's--we're all, in most ways on most days "everyday boring". And Two: Its the accumulation of those things--the places we go to, the people we talk to, the friends--old and new--that pop up on Facebook, that make up the totality of our society, and that have molded our individual souls. It's an almost forgotten name from high school, my daughter's friends in their fourth grade picture, a glimpse of my nephew "tagged" from someone else's album, these are the things that not only define my my life now as it is, but also have created the person I am.
And maybe there's a third thing--I can pick and choose from the many many things I read on Facebook, and on the web--and you--whoever the you is out there--can choose to read my musings, or not. If you find me boring, just move along to the next blogger --there's no end to the number of things that may be of more interest to you.
So perhaps I don't need to be famous, or powerful, or influential to write this blog. Perhaps I don't have to wait for something especially unusual, or humorous to happen to me before I make an entry (especially since those things don't happen all that often).
So, once again, the road of good intentions lies before me. And I'm going to try to make a few entries to finish up my Holy Land observations--hey, they're a year late, but perhaps reflection makes them better.
Look for me tomorrow. Or next week. Or next June.
