A lot has happened in the past few months, but it's hard to find anything that I feel moved to share. I'm not sure what I'd call this stage of my life--maybe an outer reflective period where I just sit and observe everyone else living life. I'd call it inner reflection, except I haven't really been absorbing any outside knowledge and figuring out how it applies to me.
When someone close to you dies, you'd think you'd want to re-evaluate your life and try to make sense of the heartbreak. But that seems too painful an option. Instead, I'm keeping pace with life and waiting for the right time to jump into the flow of meaningful purposeful deep-thinking living. I liken it to jumping rope. When two people skip a jump-rope to a set beat, you stand aside and watch the rope whir by, slapping the ground, until your entire body gets a sense of the right time to hop into the beat. Right now I'm just kind of watching the reality of life, trying not to dwell on the reality of death, feeling the rhythm again, waiting to jump in with both feet.
And so my blog has been likewise standing still on the sidelines.
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