So a couple of weeks ago my friend Sarah came to my house to help me set up this page – so I could start blogging. I’ve had the desire to write – and some friends of mine have even encouraged me to do so – accordingly this seemed like a good way to get started.
However, you might see within the first few words a couple of issues…
- “A couple of weeks ago”… I’ve had plenty of time to begin posting so, what is the hold up? Well, I’ve wanted to post something profound and all I’ve come up with as ideas is:
- “I need to do the dishes!”
- “Let’s go out tonight.”
- “What are the words to that song?” and
- “Why my dog eats rabbit poop.”
As you can see nothing very profound here. I actually did try to write something about what’s important in my life but it all seemed a bit contrived and silly. So I found something else to do!
- “My friend Sarah set up this page” … most people my age are either good friends with technology or they have a love-hate relationship with it. I would fall in the latter category. I am not interested in how to make my computer work better, I simply want it to work. If I turn on my computer and it begins updating its programs, I go grab another cup of coffee because it takes me awhile to wake up in the morning too. As a result I tend to approach new technology a little slowly. (Just to be clear, I know blogging is not technology but let me live in my excuses for a bit.) To enter a new realm of “technology” I have to gear myself up. I have to decide to do it. Sometimes I have to be pushed. Anyone familiar with blogging will I’m sure tell me just open the page and write. My response to this – “Right, I know, I will … later.
Okay so that’s out-of-the-way.
The question that finally occurred to me was, “Why did you want to do this in the first place?” I guess the simple answer is that I’m trying to find my voice in the cacophony of voices all around. I’m an introvert in an extroverted world. If a group of ten people gathers together for dinner and a conversation I will most likely be remembered as the quiet one in the group. It’s not that I don’t have something to say I just find it difficult to interrupt the flow of thoughts that everyone is sharing.
I tend to process the conversation slowly. The thoughts expressed often seem reasonable and insightful. I’ll listen and massage the ideas and throw in a song lyric or a quote and then the next morning I’ll take my dog for a walk. That’s usually when I figure out what I would have wanted to share in the conversation. So that’s my goal – to write down a few of those thoughts After the Walk.
In my “couple of weeks” I’ve come to the realization that writing is hard work. It takes the discipline to sit down and begin. It takes the willingness to throw out the “schlock” and it takes the humility to know that you are not the most insightful, quick-witted and inspiring person, you are just a person with a quiet voice. I’m under no illusion that I have the most profound insights to share, but really I guess that’s not important. For me it’s important to try and it is important to write.