Since moving to the City, I have taken a long hiatus from blogging. I find public writing -- and yes, once I click "Save & Publish" this becomes entirely public even if only one other person ever stumbles upon this -- both arduous and intimidating. As Andrew Sullivan explained in The Atlantic, "To blog is therefore to let go of your writing in a way, to hold it at
arm’s length, open it to scrutiny, allow it to float in the ether for a
while ...." I am not inherently a brave person and I can think of few things scarier than to give expression to your personal thoughts and then to leave them at the disposal of others.
That said, as someone who needs the processes of writing to make better sense of life and thoughts that would otherwise remain unraveled, I choose to blog again for my own sake really. I seriously doubt that the world needs another blog and I dread simply contributing to the existing noise and clutter, but I believe writing here is somehow good for me, somehow profitable. And I actually believe that writing and words are an integral part of who God has made me to be and, therefore, blogging need not be approached as frivolous time-wasting but rather as stewardship and worship.
I am prone to activity for its own sake, to feel productive and efficient and useful. Writing slows me down because, for me, writing requires ample time to think, to weigh words and experiences. I also have a strong aversion to vulnerability. Good writing is often personal and unguarded. In short, I hope that blogging will force me out of what is comfortable and safe and allow me to record and navigate otherwise fleeting impressions and tangled thoughts.
Well, here goes nothing.