I should really blog more. I think. I mean, I think I’m supposed to. Do you read blogs? Are you a cult follower of your favorite so-and-so? I always think about things to blog about, and hopefully to spark conversation about, and then, well, honestly THEN I just don’t.
I write every week. Sometimes I’m writing book content. Other times it’s liturgies. And always it’s either 1 or 2 (yes I didn’t stutter) sermons. EVERY. WEEK. So the thought of more writing can just get downright difficult. Instead of being a creative endeavor, it just seems arduous.
But the what-what’s of the world will tell you to blog. That you need a bigger presence. That your voice needs to be heard (among all the other voices in the blogosphere/social media empire.) And meh. I don’t know about that.
I’m writing this content while waiting on a flight in a very busy metropolitan airport. As I like to do, I’m people watching. The Cowboy-Business man, a clash of of a sleek satchel alongside his full quill boots and Stetson hat. The Grandmother wrangling way too many little ones, sighing every couple of minutes as they vie for technology. The 4 Young Adults, in their stretch pants and boots, eagerly talking about the “getaway” and going over the itinerary. Not one of them is reading a blog. Not. A. One.
I think we are saturated. I think we are tired. I think we are overwrought keeping up with all the channels and all all the statements and all.the.things. I think this because I am, too. This teacher from Nazareth so many years ago invited the world to step away. To be still. To view the wonder without all the noise. We need that more and more each passing day, it seems to this over-scheduled-harried-frenetic-writer-pastor-chica.
So I probably will continue my only sometimes pattern of blogging. Back to staring into people’s eyes, smiling and being a part of humanity in the here and the now.