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Thoughts: A List/Poem

The other night, as I lay in bed, I realized I've dropped the ball on blogging recently, especially my weekly seminary updates. And then I thought, Right now, if I never posted on my blog again, I'd be okay with that. I have quite a few offline outlets for conversations and life-processing, and maybe this one is becoming unnecessary.

This morning (for a moment, I thought it was yesterday!), I wrote a list of the things I've been thinking about recently. The list managed to come out as a poem:
Thoughts.
On being more myself,
on jockeying for power
and hearing others' stories.

On writing papers for what I learn
and not the grades I'll get.
On Germany and Tanzania,
on money
and trusting it will come.

Becoming old and wearing out.
Remembrance Day, peace and
whether we learn from the past.

On gratitude and fear and how
          everything is grace.

And suddenly, I wanted to blog all these thoughts, unpack the seeds I had just mentioned, and share it all with YOU!

But there was no time (til now, when I ought to be asleep).

The moral of the story is this: my blog is not going anywhere. But time crunches, and full (happily so) living, the reality that I have many papers and assignments that ought to be written before blog entries, and I am no longer sitting bored-ly at a desk for eight hours every day - these add up and I'm not able to get it all out here as often as I'd like. Somedays, I'm at a loss for time. Others, I run out of words (surprising, I know).

I'll keep trying, though. Because I like what this space is, and I learn a lot from it, and from the kind words I've heard, others enjoy it too.


And if you want me to unpack any of the particular topics I've just thrown out there, I'm happy to start with reader-requests :)

Also. November!?!?!? WHERE HAS THE YEAR GONE! (many good places)

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