Well that was a longer break than anticipated…
I’ve had some ~things~ to work out and work through this last little while, though I admit I never thought I’d be gone that long! Fear not, I’ve returned to this internet space, and with more thoughts than ever. I’ll admit that the last few weeks haven’t been the easiest, to say the least, but they’ve also been sprinkled with some incredibly valuable experiences, thoughts, books, and people. While I haven’t posted anything, I sure have been writing. I wouldn’t consider those ramblings as “polished” as what I normally post (though I’ll be surprised if anyone finds anything I write “polished”…). But instead of spending my time reworking these ramblings, I’ve decided I’m just going to post them (I’m a little more comfortable doing this knowing that no one has clicked on my page since May 29th). To hold myself accountable, I’m going to give you a little peek into the upcoming posts. My goal is one a day until my drafts are empty, though I’m beginning to wonder if that folder will ever be empty. Here we go:
- What Next?
- Barbie’s “The Princess and the Pauper”: Sociology-ified
- Redefining Femininity
- Pt. 1: Dear Max Weber…
- My Top Five: [keeping the artist a secret… sorry.]
- Thoughts on God
- Ramblings on Recent Readings
That’s seven posts. One week, one post a day. With the almost-comfort of knowing not many people see this page, and the simultaneous fear of putting myself on the internet, we’re going to get a little more personal, a little more vulnerable (or rather, I am…). Regardless of whether or not anyone reads these words of mine, I’ve grown to feel as though this is a space for me to talk, for half of a conversation. I often find that when I write, I’m writing as though I’m talking to someone. Sometimes I have a particular person in mind (namely my beloved mom) and other times I’m talking to the figurative “you” that you are.
But as I settle into this new embrace of my own writing, there are a few things you should know, dear internet pals. For starters, my filter is a little, or a lot, looser than it used to be. This means you’ll be getting the vocabulary of my inner Irishwoman that I’ve grown to love. The Irish have a tongue on them, I’m no exception. Read at your own risk. I’m also going to bring you along on another journey of mine: my spiritual journey. I know what you’re thinking: Haven’t you already brought us on that journey? Believe it or not, there’s a whole heck of a lot that goes unposted when it comes to my spirituality and religiosity. With a little courage, I’m hoping I can share more about that. And lastly, for the love of all things holy, don’t believe everything you read on the internet. That most definitely includes what I write. These are mere thoughts. I’m no expert, on any subject, least of all the ones that run through my head at all hours and across the pages I read. I’m just trying to make sense of it all, and this has become the place to do so.
This all being said, in the time it’s taken me to write this short post, I’ve already thought of another topic I want to write about. Maybe there’ll be a bonus day eight post, who knows (not me, that’s for sure). Anywho, tomorrow we’ll backtrack and talk about what’s next, to be followed by a week or more of my inner dialogue transcribed. So feel free to join me as I continue, or maybe even start, to share the spinning wheel that is my noggin.
See you tomorrow, folx.
Humble Chutzpah 