Yet Another Blog

I’d like to think I have something to say, but I’ve started blogs with less. I’m probably just following this flutter of familiar excitement because I’m glad the feeling still exists here…in this kaleidoscopedy mess of an unexamined life I’ve been shuffling through. The past five years have been a lot. I have not.

Introspection became a luxury when I stopped thinking of it as a necessity. Turns out, for this mystic-ass introvert, it is very much both.

When physical life demands more from me, the rest (and rest itself), takes the back seat caboose. Much like my spiritual life, the once manned caboose is all but an afterthought. Yet, the caboose will always be that spot where one can watch what the whole is up to, ever ready for the hells which threaten.

Ever ready has felt a lot like a standstill, if I’m honest. Some weeks, it’s more a stand-off. My squirreled away emotions growing underground until one day…until someday.

Someday feels so far off, yet, another blog makes it feel a little closer.

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