i must admit, my brief blogging career to date shows signs of less than stellar performance. i am, after all, a flippant writer with a short attention span. though my enthusiasm seems above reproach, my constitution for consistency is lacking.
i often feel as though i have much to say as the world must be saved. but more often than not, i’m learning it is me who is in need of salvation and education. but as any teacher will tell you, at times the best learning comes from teaching.
i do not know what i’ll write about or where this blog will take me. in the past it has served as an idea board, a launching pad, a place to rant or laud and even mournfully dirge. i hope to find direction and i hope to once again find a voice that sounds right in my own ear.
my ideas and thoughts tend to be my own and so often in opposition to those who are gracious enough to read my outspread mind. i’m not sure if i’ve offended more or spurred more thought. writing with an audience in mind is a tedious path. i’ve followed it before and bowed to its tireless pressure.
this blog will constitute my thoughts. this blog will not be about the audience. if you choose to read, please indulge fully; criticize and critique; scoff and rebuff or think and enjoy. but i must admit, i almost hope no one reads. sometimes the whisper in the wilderness is more satisfying than the shout among the masses.
today is a new day. my battered and clipped wings feel spry for flight.
i need superglue.
I hope that your constitution for consistency is open to a moderate interpretation, and will subsequently provide wind beneath your battered and clipped wings.