Changing direction

As you've likely noticed, I've been ... stalled on this blog. It's devolved into a narrative of my life, and then I get caught up in feeling like I can't talk about the letter I wrote to David Foster Wallace's wife because I haven't yet followed up on lunch with my sister (moderately fine, my parents are still upsetting me, my sister is too prone to dismiss feelings and change the subject). And anyway, this is not supposed to be my diary in 7th grade: Had peanut butter and jelly for lunch again!

Because really? You don't care -- and you shouldn't. Hell, I don't care. But just like I do in my paper journal, I get caught up in "and then, and then, and then" because somehow it's less scary than the stuff I really want to talk about. Enough of that.

So, some changes around here.

I realized over the weekend that the stuff I want to talk about generally falls into three basic categories: spirituality and spiritual practice; adoption/kid related stuff; disability/oppression/identity/partnering someone with mental illness. These are the things I want to read about, and so these are the things I want to write about. I thought about creating separate blogs, but really, I can't keep up with one more blessed thing and anyway, that would just reinforce the sense of these things as separate, as not-life, instead of as aspects that feed each other and overlap and all together color my life and the lives of people I love.

And that's where this will be going. Sure, there will still be stories about my crazy animals or the silly fixes I sometimes get myself into, because those amuse me greatly. And if there's something else I haven't mentioned you want an update on, feel free to comment or email me and I'll likely post something about it. But I'm going to do my best to really dig into what's being important in my life lately, because what else is writing for?

Comments

[dale]

I usually find that people are most interested in what I have to say when I disregard my perception of what they expect or want and just write whatever's there.

You don't owe us nothin'! Write whatever's got the sap in it today.

xoxo

[Pronoia]

Thanks, Dale. I think part of the problem is that I haven't been writing what's had the sap in it, because I've felt constrained by my own narrative. Silly, isn't it?