K. tells me that our blog is dying and that she is the only thing keeping it alive. I've looked at her data and I can't deny it, but I think K. would also agree when I say that I haven't been wasting my time. Once in college my professor interrupted class to lament, "I know you all think you're busy now, but later you will look back on this time and marvel at how much free time you actually had." That prophecy has finally, regrettably come true. For the past few months every day has seemed a non-stop sprint from 5:30am to 10pm, trying to meet the immediate demands of an increased workload and increased church responsibilities without robbing too much time from long-term investments like family, exercise, personal study and marital sanity. We have never been busier, I have never been busier, and for the life of me I can't figure out how to simplify things except to let certain pastimes fall to the wayside. Goodbye, evening movies. Miss you, recreational reading. Sayonara, blog.
Part of my problem is that writing is one of the few areas of my life where latent perfectionist tendencies tend to assert themselves. Good writing is good thinking, and that takes time that I very rarely have right now. However, for the sake of keeping in touch I am willing to try for what we writing tutors used to call a quick and dirty draft, so you have my apologies in advance for the lack of substance in future posts. Frequency, Quality, Sanity: You may pick any two.
