snapshots

Every time I grab my laptop with the intention of sorting through my thoughts long enough to blog, I have numerous topics, both significant and insignificant, that compete to be cemented in writing.  It's not that I have so many noteworthy things happen that I can't keep up with sharing them all, or even that I want to publish a variety of information about myself on the internet.   Rather, I sort through the avalanche of information which bombard my thoughts in order to find the focus of posts because it is the process of writing that de-clutters my brain, helps sort truth from untruth and waters seeds of rest which are growing alongside a harvest of stress. 

I could write a humerus, yet truthful post about how Ritz Classic Cheddar Crackerfuls might single-handily unravel all of the progress I made training for my half-marathon.   I could write a creative and insightful editorial about how talking for a living has significantly decreased the number of phone calls I return.  There is of course the funny-student stories which pepper my workdays and help anchor my sanity.   I could make fun of myself for listening to this song when I need some teacher-inspiration.  Given the right mood, I could share about the obstacles which seem to prevent me from changing my single status, such as spending my free time recouping from my extroverted job.   If I had better track of my time I would share how long it takes me to wash and then also put away my laundry.   We could all get a few smiles and a couple of groans out of the description of my messy and (most likely) germ-infested bathroom.   This list is endless because it is ever-changing and therefore reflective of both the growth and consistencies of my life.   As is appropriate for  an internet based, and therefore very public outlet, you only see a snapshot of my life at any given time.   Although genuine, this snapshot is often edited, narrowed, and written with an audience in mind.   I am a writer at my core so I save all of my unedited topics for my journal.   After all, nothing beats sipping a cup of hot chocolate at my favorite coffee shop, while settling into a big cushy chair with my trusty green pen and journal in hand.