Feb 16, 2012
Thoughts on blogging (over chamomile tea).
The kitchen is finally clean - dishes stacked in the drain rack and surfaces wiped. Stray items picked up around the apartment, books tidied on the bookshelves and cushions straightened on the couch. The sky is dark outside and cars hum by on the street but in here, alone for the evening, stillness settles. I brew a cup of tea and gather my Bible and journal and a stack of reads but stop for a few minutes first to write.
Wondering why I've felt the itch to write so many times but any attempt to organize thoughts into something worth sharing proves futile. Perhaps because the things that come to mind are laced with questions, not conclusions...circumstances and ideas that are being worked out, prayed about, waited upon. I like things to be wrapped up nice and neat.
But tonight I called my mom and she told me to get blogging because there are lots of little things to reflect on (even if silly) and I thought, isn't it the small things that add up to the big? And for me, writing (pencil scribbles or typing) helps me think, helps me see, pulls me along to wider horizons. I want to be less concerned (within this context) with brilliant writing and a polished, purposeful post and just write. The I'm here, and this is what's on my mind, if you want to hear it kind of writing.
With that said, I struggle with balancing privacy and authenticity in keeping a blog. It is easy to misread intentions or make assumptions that are not accurate when you are reading just scraps of a person's life. I want to tell about life and marriage and struggles and happiness and what God is teaching me, but I don't want to come across as either living in perfect bliss or in total despair.
I think though, that keeping all that in mind, the good in blogging outweighs the possible negatives. Through reading blogs, I've been encouraged, amused, I've learned, I've grown. I've met kindred spirits. So I want to keep writing.