…since I’ve sat down to blog.  My four readers have probably given up on me by now.  It’s strange how life changes so quickly sometimes.  At the height of my blogging, I had aspirations of being the type of blogger who people can’t wait to see what I’ve written.  I wanted to be able to write about the humdrum and extract meaning and purpose.  I wanted to inspire.  I wanted to have a blog that I would be able to look back on a say, “that was well worth it.”  I wanted to have a blog that people wanted to read and reread.  It’s not as though I’ve wanted to become a writer.  I don’t think that I would make a good writer.  I have wonderful, convicting thoughts, but when I sit down to write or type them out their gone.  Occasionally, when I do get them out, I have worked them out in my mind so much that I just write a conclusion and skip over the whole process.  Strangely enough I do have a desire to write a book.  I’ve often thought that writing a blog would help me with that.

Lauren and I don’t have an Internet connection at our apartment, so posting is a bit difficult.  When I do find myself at a place with an Internet connection I would rather spend my time reading other peoples thought, than writing my own thoughts down.  I realize that I could write when I have time and post when I have the connection that I need.  That’s what I’m going to try to do.  I want to write more.  I want to blog more.  So, here’s a start again.

I’m making no promises, but I will try.

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