Inspiration

I am yet again inspired to blog because of my fellow blogger. She really makes it seem effortless. I am not a hermit. I suppose I could sit here and write but the sunny morning skies, flock of geese, and most things active usually precede me sitting in front of the computer. I also know that winter will be heavy upon us. Even after all these years of Internet and computer I still don't like the computer. It doesn't feel like a natural tool. The only reason I am on it these days is to research graduate schools, stare at Facebook, and check my email for your email.

I think blogging is a poor sport for me. I confess and reveal more than the reader needs to know. I use "I" too much. I preface and disclose everything. I just think it would be smarter to write in a journal. Oh well. What gives? The only person reading this nonsense is my fellow blogger and jogger.

Yes, me and the brilliant blogger ran the other day. I must admit that I was a little crazed on our run. She ran behind and I sped ahead, not out of competition but just out of my need for speed. I also have been wanting to push myself. I am inspired by Lance A. LIVE STRONG or DIE!!!! That's my version of the yellow wrist band.

Life is weird. Today I wanted to cry and I couldn't figure out why. I keep wanting to go to confession. I keep wanting to enclose myself in a black box, in darkness and have someone listen to me. It's a feeling I haven't had before, it's a craving.

Life seems to be of longing, of pain, of confusion, of dissonance, of subtle wretchedness, of overwhelming vanity, and of ambiguity. I am scared of where the world is heading and as for myself I have no idea, which is really kind of fun after all!!!!