Another Day

I have been on a blogging sabbatical. Life it seems has taken over, and I have fallen to the side.

I have always written. Stories upon stories. Some of them absolutely ridiculous. Stories about dreams and Frisbees and mysteries. I have always been a writer. In a former life (namely high school, and in a writing course I took) I would keep a pen and paper with me at all times in case I had a thought that was worth being documented. There would be moments that I would wake up in the middle of the night, and would quickly write it down...ideas for stories. Thoughts. You name it and I would quickly make a note in my trusty writing pad.
Writing has always been a balm to my soul, but when life takes over, I forget. I forget how words on paper sort everything out. I have needed life to take a vacation, but it hasn't. And the trouble is, while I might pack to go away (which in fact I just did) life always seems to follow close behind, or more likely the true-er story, it spins in circles around me. Coming back from vacation, life is waiting and all the words I had planned to type, well, they are gone.

This is also an ONLINE venue- meaning it's not just a private world all on my own. Not that many people read this, but regardless, I am pretty sure that me dumping my life on an online journal is not what I am looking to do either. Then someone says to me, "you've not been writing." But, I have had no words. Then I realize, maybe it's not so much what I write but that I do.

So I will.

But for now, I am sitting in a hotel room in Florida. The air conditioning is on and Andy Roddick is playing tennis in the background. My mom is playing a game and my brother is sitting quietly. In a bit, I am going to take a nap, and repack my clothes for my final trip home tomorrow. (Look for pictures and notes about my CRUISE! Soon to come!)
Life is good.
God is good.