Fireworks that went off across the fields from the Bungalows.
(Almost) every before I go to sleep, I lie in bed thinking about a number of things.
Tennis for the next day
My family
Connecting back with my Maker
The latest reads I'm into (also read: stalling!)
and lastly, ---often with a twinge of guilt---
how i'm simply not blogging as frequently as I'd like to.
Sometimes it's difficult--with the wax and wane of the day. Fatigue flows in like tidal waves and I often find myself swept away. Bombarded together with thoughts for tomorrow (faulty processes, perhaps?), I am constantly pressed for time, forced to be selective with the things that will give me life and renew me for the day ahead.
Needless to say, the silence on this space often doesn't reflect the multitude of things that I have been doing, thinking, engaging in. They include kick-ass tournament experiences, working as official photographer for the Academy (so much for copywriting aspirations for now....), connecting with God and constantly being put in difficult circumstances that force either of two extremes: hole up and crumble under collegial pressure, or rise up, shrug it off and be the bigger person.
Sometimes these circumstances suck so much life out of me I hardly have space to breathe---much less type. I read emails from family back home, or facebook messages, and shy away from any reply that doesn't allow less than a sentence to revert. I.e. I don't reply much, because it feels like it takes too much time for which I don't have enough of. To sit, compose myself, and really reply properly.
I suppose it's slightly ironic that I am the sort that tries to do my best for everything that I do. So, extended, unless I can't type a good blog entry, I don't bother. Probably explains the prevailing silence as well.
But I'm trying to change that. Somewhat. The silence is not doing much good---so I'm trying to email back more. Revert more. Kick more. And hopefully in this blog space, it translates to typing more, too.
To more, soon.
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