Post it. Don’t post it. Yes. No. Ok. Nope.
I haven’t posted much recently. It’s not that I haven’t been writing or that I am struggling to come up with a topic or anything like that. In fact, I’ve probably written more in the last week than I have in a while; I just haven’t put it out there for public consumption. I have one lengthy blog completely prepared. It’s about an experience I had last week and the feelings that experience stirred up inside of me, but I’m just not ready to share it. I believe that doing so will be quite cathartic, but I’ve come to the conclusion I need to think it through a bit more. It’s really not all that uncommon for me to write something and then sit with it until I feel confident exposing my innermost thoughts. So often I find myself sharing exactly what it is that I am feeling in a particular moment or in response to a particular occurrence in this crazy journey I’m on. However, this blog post that I’ve written is about a cosmic coincidence of sorts that has forced me to reexamine my feelings about people I personally held, and probably still hold, partially responsible for the circumstances that led us here. It’s about Zeke’s father and step-mother.
