For the next several days, I think I’m going to try to post at least a paragraph or two each day, just to practice getting into the habit of blogging regularly. I feel like I’ve moved away from that over the past couple of years without even knowing it. When I was in college I actually had several blogs going same time. Honestly though, even back then I still didn’t feel like I had much time to blog as much as I would’ve liked.

I’m tired of feeling time-strapped. I just want to find a few moments just to communicate something random, and then maybe share that randomness with somebody other than my stacks of notebooks. I have all these boxes of old papers, journals, and notebooks that I keep, but that I’m about 98% certain that no one, including myself will probably ever read. Maybe that’s part of what I like about blogging, that part of what I miss so much about it. The writing is off-the-cuff, riddled with typos, and in a way it reminds me of an unexpected drop in the bucket. What I mean to say is that I’d still write my heart out whether or not it’s in a blog or just in my own private little diary. Right now, I figure that if I’m going to write a lot anyway, I might as well post it in the infinite spaces Cyber-topia and just see what resonates.

Anyway, that’s all for now. More to come later. Peace.