I've contemplated blogging often. I've had two: one hosted on MySpace and one on LiveJournal. They worked out for a little bit...and then they didn't. I put it down to my big (figurative) mouth. I like to talk, okay? And when I talk, I tend to go long. Too long for regular blogging. Too much time spent writing about life rather than living it.
Still. Sometimes life moves me with the desire to *say* something (or say *something*). In those moments facebook posts and the odd twitter comment just don't cut it.
This morning I sat on the train and decided to do my morning pages (for a change). After penning some internal rambling onto paper, I decided I would once more start a blog. Baby steps, aiming for regularity, aiming to keep it up for a year. I wanted to start it now, in the vicinity of June Fifteenth. And share the below rambling. It feels appropriate.
Half woman, half child. That's what I am. Not quite fully grown, past impulse. Past plan. Past plan? Why Plan? Who needs to plan? Is life something that happens to us or something we choose? We shape. The roadmap of our lives. Except the map is not always great, the road not always straight, and the fun stuff happens off-road anyway. Even if it means derailment. Going in circles. Aimless, directionless... the accomplishment of nothing. We have a strange relationship with nothing. We fear it yet desire it. Peace. Space. Meaningless existence. A life without worth.
Do I disappoint you? I would hate to disappoint...
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