I haven't posted in quite some time. Not really that unusual for me, now, is it? :)
I do have legitimate reasons, which will lead me to what I am really planning on posting about. My first reason for not posting is quite simple. I lacked inspiration for the longest time. Hard to write with no inspiration, eh? My second reason for not posting was that I really was quite sick these last couple weeks. I couldn't get out of bed for a few days and felt quite miserable. Then the right side of my jaw and neck started swelling and hurting like the dickens and I couldn't talk very well for nearly a week. For some reason this silenced me even in writing. Ha. The third and final reason for my not posting was simply because I have been busy with real life things. And I love it. I used to hate it, but now I love it. I love being busy(er). Which leads me to my ramblings.
I always wondered why my father hated (okay, not really hated, but disliked) excessive use of the internet. To me it was always the greatest friend. I loved blogging, and chatting, and foruming, and shopping, and writing. I loved it all. I still do, in a way. But I discovered something. I discovered that I like calling up my best friends and going out to lunch with them more than I like sitting on a computer and shopping for things I'll never buy. I discovered I would much rather watch children and babies in the church nursery on any given day of the week than I would posting on a forum. I even love doing chores more than I love blogging. *gasp* I love a clean house. I really do. Don't get me wrong, however, writing is still one of my great passions. I'm constantly getting new story inspirations. Some... well, let's say some will never make it. But one day I hope you all will see my work (actually, strike that, you will, quite soon. :D I'm being published in a magazine for children to pre teens. Just a small story. But still, you have no idea how much this blows me away.) Anyway, Writing is still a passion of mine. Oh boy, is it.
Something I've also been fascinated (again) with as of late would be piano. I've been needed down at the church for two or three days a week these last six weeks and whenever I get the chance I go in the sanctuary (alone, and whew, I'm not gonna lie, it's scary for some reason) and play the beautiful grand piano. Music is something indescribable to me. It brings me joy, expresses my sorrow, and rids me of anger. I love playing, and I don't know why I ever stopped. It saddens me that I only know as little as I do. Anyway, enough of all this randomness. Those are my excuses for not blogging for seemingly forever, haha. But I am well now, and I do have a little more time. So I shall make a little more of an effort to be inspired. ;)
I love each of my dear readers, and pray for all of you, whoever each of you may be. I really do want God to bless each and every one. Whether that be through something I have written, or pointed you towards, I can only pray for. Thanks for each of you who take your time out of your day to read my little ramblings. You have no idea how much it means to me. :)
"The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever." (Isaiah 50:8)
:) I take breaks from the piano off and on, though it never lasts more than a month. I usually come back with fresh inspiration and new ideas. So perhaps your piano playing will be better than ever! :P
ReplyDelete-Kyrstin
I used to do the same thing with the same piano when I was at the church more often. There's something deeply beautiful about being alone in a place that's set aside for being with God and saying things that words never could.
ReplyDeleteAnd now I'm sad about not playing often enough too. Why does this always happen when we talk? :P