Hiatus

I’ve been sitting in this Starbucks for about an hour…

Since I’ve been here, I have gone through my daily routine:

Facebook/Twitter/Emails/Facebook/Text Messages/Twitter/Facebook/Watching NWO Clips/Alex Jones Videos/Music In The Background/Facebook/Take A Sip Of Coffee/Read A Few Pages In A Book…

Busy man.

I have been wanting to get back to this blogging thing for a while, but then again, I didn’t. I have weighed the pros and cons. Analyzed why I even started in the first place. I have even questioned why authors/writers write in the first place.

Therapy…?

I know for me it is. I haven’t written ANYTHING down since December. I really don’t know why I haven’t, actually. Its not like I haven’t had any time to. I have really missed it.

Its funny how easily we can convince ourselves of things. I probably have written about that before. Its so easy to manipulate ourselves, but its so much harder to realize that we’ve actually manipulated ourselves. I think I have done that with writing. In doing that it has shown me something about my own life.

I live a life of rhythms…

It changes…evolves…digresses…speeds up…slows down…hides in the shadows…lives in the spotlights.

The rhythms of my life never stop…but they’re never the same for long. I guess that has to do with the ‘seasons of life’ that I’m in, the people I’m surrounding myself (or not surrounding myself) with, what I’m watching, what I’m listening to, what I’m reading, what I’m not reading…

It…just…depends.

I wish I could sit here and say that my life has only one rhythm…God’s rhythm. I wish I could say that I pick up my spiritual iPhone and respond to every call. I wish I could say that I don’t screen any of the Holy Spirit’s calls. If I said that I did do all of those things all of the time…that would be the equivalent of bragging about how humble I am.

So…in conclusion…

I convinced myself that I didn’t need to write for a bit because it really didn’t benefit me. Which is the exact opposite of what it does for me. When I’m writing, I’m releasing the things that are in my heart. I’m not bound by that thing, or those things, anymore. I do a great job of convincing myself that I don’t need the things that benefit me. That’s probably why I have spiritual PMS sometimes.

I don’t need Midol…I probably just need to write a little bit.

Here’s to a GREAT 2011!

#writeon