I've strayed.
Reading has always been an escape for me, and thus writing is a logical extension of that therapy. Writing allows me to not only escape, but also to create my own reality.
However, as I've traveled more, I've taken on multiple mistresses: fitness, drinking, daydreaming, and television are just a few of my dalliances. My writing has become a dejected pariah, thrown to the wayside by a fickle, philandering spouse.
All drama aside, I've realized in the last few months that my constant travel has created a new person in me, and not one that is entirely admirable. I've become cynical, lazy, and haughty. What I want to be, though, is a gracious, ambitious, but humble person, and I want to do this while being faithful to who I really am. This is a REALLY big undertaking. So, I've taken the step to make a simple New Year's resolution. This goal is simple in theory, but complex in execution. I want 2009 to be the year that I LOVE.
In loving, I will strive to love God first, and foremost. I also wish, though, to both proactively love others and myself, and return love when I receive it. Finally, I want to extend my love to those passions I once held so dear, including that of writing. I will be more faithful to those people and things that I should cherish most.
Does this mean that I will blog more? Not necessarily. I will strive to write more, but it may be through other media. I will prove to myself that I am not unfaithful though I have been absent. Love often leads to creation, so as I look down the scope at this coming year, I anticipate what the act of giving more love will produce.
