200

I just noticed that I’ve done around 200 posts. Yikes. This is getting serious. I must be really, really seriously serious about this. Which is funny because I don’t feel all that serious about it. It’s just something fun I like to do that helps a few people get to know me a little better. Seems to me that 200 is kind of a lot, considering I don't really write about anything in particular. Or non particular, for that matter. This isn't exactly what you could easily call a "definable" blog.

Like I’ve said before, I’m hoping that, someday, my kids will have this to read, and maybe even grand kids, who can say. I hope it helps them to understand me in some ways. I’m hoping it will show them my heart to some degree. There’s a lot more of me in these posts than you might guess at first.

I don’t know. Maybe my kids will find some encouragement here. Maybe they’ll be a little less critical about me when they realize I’m just a well meaning schmo doing what I can to love God and love people and make some kind of meaningful difference in this world.

Maybe.

Let me just say this to be clear.

I love you.



Peace to you.


© LW Publishing 2011

365

I realized, belatedly, that I have just reached my one year anniversary as a blogger.

It’s been interesting to me how I don’t fit into the world of blogging much better than I fit into the real world. I’m not doing a cute mom blog or a heartbreaking confessional blog or an angry political blog or a trendy blog. This is clearly not a professional blog or a Biblioblog or anything like that. And I definitely am not doing a self help five-steps-to-a-better-life blog.

I’ve looked back at some of my posts and I’m having a hard time figuring out what the red hot hemoglobin I’m doing here. I imagine others are having the same issue.

The truth is, my heart and soul have been poured out in these posts, but not in obvious ways. I have revealed some of my weaknesses, more than you might realize at a glance, but I have not been simplistic about it and I definitely don’t like fishing for sympathy or pats on the back. I have tried to write kind of specifically about faith and life and music and art, and yet my posts often seem to be about something other than what they seem to be about, if that makes any sense. It just turns out that way. Kind of like my life. And the order of things doesn’t make any real sense from post to post. It’s kind of confused and disjointed. Once again, like my life.

I'm guessing that if you want a lesson in how not to blog, just read this one.

I wasn’t sure I was even going to do this for more than a month or two. And I’m still not positive it’s a great use of time. But I think I’ll keep blogging for now. I like doing it. I feel good when I hit that publish button. And I like hearing from people about the stuff I get down here. Sometimes people read it in a totally different way than I intended, which is massively fascinating to me. And some people seem to be taking encouragement from it somehow. I don't think it's an easy read. But I'm not an easy read.

As I write, I’m still mostly talking to my kids and my wife, painting a picture of myself. Sort of a Jackson Pollock approach, but with words. They don’t read this blog right now, but I’m thinking a time will come when they do. And I hope they like it.

I hope you like it too.

If not, it’s perfectly okay with me. I’m not sure I like it either.


Peace to you.



© LW Publishing 2011