In my mind I have created a whole new blog and it's called something fancy that signifies it's going to be a spiritual memoir. Also, in the first paragraph, I talk about how my favorite spiritual memoirs currently are Eat, Pray, Love, and Travelling Lessons. I prefer the audio to the book of Travelling Lessons, but both are great. Then I'd talk a little about N.T. Wright's quote about being born again being when the words of the Bible make sense to you, touch your heart.
And that's where my imagined writing ends.
It was supposed to snow last night and it didn't. Or if it did, there's nothing to show for it. I want to just check the weather on my phone, or be downstairs eating breakfast with my folks.
I used to just be able to chatty chatty chatty, run off a blog post. Now it is like pulling teeth to even get a few words.
I'm louder than this on Twitter!
I checked my phone. If we got the snow, it's gone, and the rest of the forecast is just wind wind wind.
This is embarrassing.
Part of it, I'm sure, is that there's a personal thing going on that I don't want to write about here and that's where my mind is all stuck.
And so I wrote about the personal thing for ONE sentence and I was done. I was feeling GREAT when I woke up, or at least not rotten, and now my balloon is pfft, no air.
This has been an exercise in futility. Which is what the spiritual journey feels like sometimes.
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