November

I used to post a whole lot more than I do now. Perhaps that’s the way with blogs: peaks and troughs, times and seasons. This is my third, and the one I’ve stuck with longest. It’s definitely the one that’s mapped the greatest transitions in my life so far. I like being able to click back to a random date and read my reflections from then. I’m always struck by how much has changed, how much I’ve changed, and then how much is the same… its nice to have some record of things outside of my dusty, battered journals.

Over the last few days a few different things have spurred me to write again:

A whole bunch of my friends have embarked on new projects for November. Some are going to grow moustaches, some have given up alcohol, some are doing the NaBloPoMo thing of writing a story over these 30 days. I’d love to do that, but my stories always end up as random, endless things that I’m not sure I could reign in to such a timeframe.

I’ve also been having significant conversations with people about the power of story. And I have a story to tell. Its very different from the one that told the story of my life in London, but it’s real, none the less. I’m thinking and praying through how best I tell that story, without being dramatic, self-obsessed, or just downright weird. Its a challenge.

More tomorrow