I started this blog because I was getting tired of being weighed down by the pages of journaling notes that I kept with me. I'm afraid I'm one of those who has not embraced all the technology of our age. I found that I do best keeping one of the Franklin-Covey notebooks with me. It does date me but there is a lot more satisfaction - for me - to be able to write in complete sentences rather than just abbreviations.
Yet, even though writing a blog gives me a certain sense of being "with it," I find that I'm not always forthcoming. I don't lie (Heaven's sake ... of all the vices I want to avoid ... that's the biggest), but I hold back. I hold back because in my journal, my audience was a private one - God and I. Here, with a greater audience, I find myself censoring what I write.
And, it's okay to write different ways for different venues. I've come to peace with the idea that I can't - and won't - share everything with everybody. Sometimes, it's because those who listen or read (in Jack Nicholson's words) "can't handle the truth." At other times, it's because I can't handle the truth. I have to go to the safest audience that I've ever known - an audience who can never, ever misunderstand me.
Will I still keep writing a blog? Sure ... although as I've noted before this is NOT great literature nor even mildly amusing thoughts. Yet, there is a certain sense of writing for some type of posterity. But, I will also go back to keeping a journal. I'll find some other pages in my notebook to remove so as not to strain the cover. It's too important to just ignore.
2 Kings15-17
