This distresses me for a number of reasons. I really value the community of friends I have here, and I feel I was drifting out of touch as a result of not being as "plugged in" here. The trouble is that inertia is difficult to overcome. Having been away so long, it somehow feels disingenuous to just pick up again without noting that I was away and it becomes easier and easier to just put it off.
I'm entering the second half of my fourtieth year. I feel slightly restless. I am not content with myself. I crave change, growth, and transformation. My soul is hungry for connections both old and new.
All of this to say...I intend to write more often here. I cannot say about what. Whatever interests me. When I started this journal in 2001, I expected it to be an essay platform more than a personal journal. Over the years, it has been both, but of late it has been neither. So consider this a rededication. Some of what I write here may be simply personal reflections and meditations, reports of my weekend, or other triviality, but it's better than just a random link every couple of days without any original content.
I also hope to recommit to my politics blog, which after a noble attempt to launch fell quickly silent, mostly due to my inability to keep up with the information inflow that allowed me to write at the level I wanted. I'm hoping to begin writing there again as well, and I'm pondering my old ambitions to something in the field of journalism, though I'm not yet sure what form that will take.
Of all the things I've done in my life, writing and music have given me the most satisfaction. Time to elevate those two pursuits back to the top of my priority list. That way, I am convinced, lies happiness.