I really should write in here more often. I used to write a lot more, but lately my entries have tapered off to one or two a week. Usually that’s indicative of the fact that I have someone else with whom I’m sharing the thoughts and observations that go in here, but that’s not presently the case. Granted, I’m making friends, but the prospect of having someone in this neck of the woods with whom I can share more than just casual observations is remote. Part of the cause of the dearth of entries it is that I just haven’t had time, and I think another part of it is just my innate perfectionism and having to sculpt, polish and hone most of them until they’re “acceptable” for mass consumption (and by “mass” I mean all four of you). More often lately I’ve plowed through half an entry only to decide the insight was inane or ill-conceived or just not worth sharing. It’s like I want to share a fully-formed opinion or a complete thought, but how many of even my more lengthy entries fit that description? Hardly any. I don’t know where I draw the line. I think like most right-brained endeavors, it’s intuitive. The entries just feel like they’ve come to a good stopping place. And if I don’t have the sense that there’s been enough of substance by the time the entry reaches that point, I’ll usually nuke it. Maybe I shouldn’t. But regardless, I just want to write more, even if it is just about my flight training or life around Winston-Salem or worldviews and apologetics or fixing my car. So brace yourselves for more reams of half-baked drivel constructed of appallingly dyslexic turns of phrase. Hee.<\/p>\n
The Sunday night mood is back. I’m sitting here at the keyboard of my seven-year-old computer, v-neck undershirt, jeans and old shirt on, letting my gaze drift over to the wall over my bed and wondering why I haven’t decorated it even though I’ve been here two and a half months. It feels like longer. Maybe some of the slow pace of the community here, the intrinsic cadences of the houses that have been here for decades, lived in by dozens of families, maybe some of that slowness of life makes its way into the air and time. Who knows. We’re descending into winter and the frost is already appearing on the ground most mornings. Perhaps as the molecules of the matter around us resonate more slowly in their orbits, they transmit a slowing effect into some sphere of thought or sense or impression.<\/p>\n
The past Christmases all blend into one. There was a time when each was distinct, when I could pick out which of my toys and Lego sets I had received last Christmas and which were given to me several ago. I remembered individual pageants, songs, shopping trips, concerts with the boys’ choir and my dad mentioning me by name one Sunday morning in church as a sermon illustration when he was guest preaching and I had shared with him how disillusioned I was one year because I couldn’t “get into the Christmas spirit.” I remember my pride at being referenced by my father overwhelming whatever petty ennui I felt from the slight shift in my approach to the season. I’m light years away from that now; I don’t even feel the weight of this time of year until the holiday itself is almost upon us. I’m seriously contemplating not even getting a tree this year, which would be a first. For all my busyness and multiple endeavors I lead a streamlined life, free of any excess I can find and composed of only the necessities. But what is excess? Have I drawn the line too far in the direction of austerity? A big part of me feels that it is right<\/i> to f\u00eate certain things. But at the same time I have the undeniable sense that there should be a prerequisite to any attempts at seasonal embellishment–relationships. Friends. People. I’m taking small steps in that direction through my involvement with the church group, but…I still have a ways to go.<\/p>\n
Back to homework… I’m looking forward to next semester when I don’t have class at 7:20 a.m. But it will be just my luck if I’m assigned a flight block then. I guess we’ll see.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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