So here I am again...another crossroads in my life...perhaps the beginning of a new era for me, perhaps revisiting a past one. I'm not sure yet...not sure of many things in my life these days, but I know I love and cherish my life and I'm in no hurry for it to end.
And I know it's time to build a new raft.
The old raft is certainly obsolete, and the constant patching of holes has become too much of a burden--slowing me down and draining my energy. I will take my time building this new raft, and I've not even drawn up plans for building it yet. It will be a process--perhaps a tedious process--and certainly a necessary process. And I will find ways to adore this process, and maybe in some ways the new raft will help build itself...as the old raft did.
The old raft I refer to here was by no means my first, but it's as far back as I'm going to go for the purpose of this journal. So yes, this blog will become my journal, for all intents and purposes. In the event I were to go away for whatever reason--whether by personal choice or nature's choice--there are people I believe would want to know and remember another side of me here online--a more personal side. This web page will remain hidden, meaning it won't be accessible from the menu, and I've chosen to block it from coming up in online searches for the time being. If you are reading this, it means someone gave you a link to it.
Those that know me well from social networking will know how important it has always been to me that online communication be a two-way street. I have preached it for several years now, and I will always feel that way about it. Social networking has been a dance for me, an ongoing dialogue...and I've made some lifelong friends along the way that I will always cherish. But now I'm at a place in my life where I need something that is one-sided. I need to share myself with myself, if that makes sense to you. I could write this journal in a notebook as I have done in years past, but I want to do something a bit different here...I want to share with no thought of a response from others, though maybe they'll stumble upon it someday; I want it to be a part of my legacy left behind for years after I've left this world. I'm trusting the Internet will be around as long as humans exist, so the odds are much better of finding it this way as opposed to you stumbling onto an old box stashed under my captain's bed (where all my old journals are now).
So besides being tired of patching holes, and finding the old raft obsolete, why exactly am I building a new raft...what do I mean by that? I mean that life is dynamic...nouns come in and out of our lives all the time. Much as we like to think of some things as permanent, nothing really is...the only things we know we have in this life are the things in front of us this moment. We find our river, we build our raft, and we float down the river on it. All the while, nouns are jumping on and off of our raft--some just hitching a ride for a bit to rest themselves, some having every intention of staying all the way to the end. Here's a hint: no nouns ever stay all the way to the end no matter their intentions--life is just that dynamic--and at the end, when your river finally carries you to the sea of forever, it will be just you and that raft. Then you'll wave goodbye even to that trusty raft, and it will just be you...and the ever after, whatever that ends up being for you.
And I know it's time to build a new raft.
The old raft is certainly obsolete, and the constant patching of holes has become too much of a burden--slowing me down and draining my energy. I will take my time building this new raft, and I've not even drawn up plans for building it yet. It will be a process--perhaps a tedious process--and certainly a necessary process. And I will find ways to adore this process, and maybe in some ways the new raft will help build itself...as the old raft did.
The old raft I refer to here was by no means my first, but it's as far back as I'm going to go for the purpose of this journal. So yes, this blog will become my journal, for all intents and purposes. In the event I were to go away for whatever reason--whether by personal choice or nature's choice--there are people I believe would want to know and remember another side of me here online--a more personal side. This web page will remain hidden, meaning it won't be accessible from the menu, and I've chosen to block it from coming up in online searches for the time being. If you are reading this, it means someone gave you a link to it.
Those that know me well from social networking will know how important it has always been to me that online communication be a two-way street. I have preached it for several years now, and I will always feel that way about it. Social networking has been a dance for me, an ongoing dialogue...and I've made some lifelong friends along the way that I will always cherish. But now I'm at a place in my life where I need something that is one-sided. I need to share myself with myself, if that makes sense to you. I could write this journal in a notebook as I have done in years past, but I want to do something a bit different here...I want to share with no thought of a response from others, though maybe they'll stumble upon it someday; I want it to be a part of my legacy left behind for years after I've left this world. I'm trusting the Internet will be around as long as humans exist, so the odds are much better of finding it this way as opposed to you stumbling onto an old box stashed under my captain's bed (where all my old journals are now).
So besides being tired of patching holes, and finding the old raft obsolete, why exactly am I building a new raft...what do I mean by that? I mean that life is dynamic...nouns come in and out of our lives all the time. Much as we like to think of some things as permanent, nothing really is...the only things we know we have in this life are the things in front of us this moment. We find our river, we build our raft, and we float down the river on it. All the while, nouns are jumping on and off of our raft--some just hitching a ride for a bit to rest themselves, some having every intention of staying all the way to the end. Here's a hint: no nouns ever stay all the way to the end no matter their intentions--life is just that dynamic--and at the end, when your river finally carries you to the sea of forever, it will be just you and that raft. Then you'll wave goodbye even to that trusty raft, and it will just be you...and the ever after, whatever that ends up being for you.