Composting My Life

I can remember a number of years back when I was in college - before Facebook, Myspace, and Twitter were all the rage I had something called a Bloopdiary. I posted entries nearly every day - sometimes two or three in one day. These were not simply status messages but complete blogs - most with quotes and concepts that I and my blog friends would comment on and discuss. Eventually, I began blogging on Myspace and lost my Bloopdiary. They had a feature that allowed you to download a complete text backup of the blog - but of course, I lost my backup. Now I sit back a bit stunned realizing all of the knowledge about myself that I lost. Ever since then I have gone between trying to blog and becoming a status message junkie - lost in the two or three sentence updates that make up my life.

While I realize the importance of my readers knowing if and when I go to the toilet, I also recognize the need to get back into the habit of consistent blogging. Unfortunately, this is much like trying to start a diet or a workout regiment or kill Palmetto bushes. It takes much perseverance. So, I have deleted my older entries on this blog, most of which seemed forced and less than honest and will try and compost all of the different ways that I used to write and begin writing again.

Perhaps I will finally recapture that ability to journal that I have had even since high school. To be honest, much of what I do on blogging has little to do with readers. No-one remembers my poetry, my song, my prose, or my discoveries - most of the time I forget myself. What I can do however is at sundry times find my own musings and I am reminded either that I am smarter than I thought or dumber than a box of ill-polished rocks.

Yes, this will inevitably involve a lot about teaching - but really this will be more of a personal blog. If you read it, do so at your own peril or enjoyment. I enjoy comments and readers and will enjoy you being part of this journey. It is important to reinvent oneself at times and I think writing often provides the best junk that becomes the compost heap of my life. I write and read and become different.

-Mr. E.