I suppose the only truly inevitable part of life is change. I was talking with David this afternoon, and I mentioned to him how different the lives of my children will be when compared to my own. (As I mentioned this to him, I was in the process of downloading some fonts to use with my four-year-old to practice her handwriting.)
Maybe the concept of change will carry over to this blog. I have attempted to be a consistent keeper of a journal many times in the past. Rarely did I ever achieve any level of consistency. I have even attempted to keep a blog a time or two… with about the same level of success.
So with such a sketchy history, why would I bother to once again write? For crying out loud, does the world really need another blog? Probably not, and frankly I don’t write this because I think anyone else necessarily needs to read it.
I write because I think perhaps I need to. My journey these days seems to be an intriguing one. I am developing more questions than answers, and I am comfortable with that. I am hoping that by writing the occasional entry, the very writing will prove to help me clarify my thoughts… or at least help me define the questions.
Maybe you will read this and respond with questions of your own… regardless, welcome to my world… where the water is deeper than I ever imagined.
Cool, Blair. I’m excited to hear more from you through this venue. Looks sharp too!