Carry On, My Wayward Son


December.

Can you believe it, friends?  I plan on posting in four days, but it might slip my mind, so I will at least post now.  Year Two of blogging, quickly closing in.  It’s hard to believe.  Admittedly, I would say that this year probably has not seen as many posts as last year.  That’s alright.  I didn’t start this blog to get followers or awards or recognition.  I created this blog so I could be honest.  As surprising as it may be, I believe that my space for being honest here has grown small.

There are many things I cannot say here.  The most central events of my life at the moment are, in fact, rarely spoken of.  I have created other spaces dedicated to those events that most people in my life are largely unaware of, despite their significance.  But for the matter of personal safety, I can say none of that here.  Moving forward, after this year, I don’t know how much I will be sharing on this blog.  Does that sadden me?  Well.  I’m not sure I can say–feelings never made much sense to me, anyway.

What I do know is this:  for the past two years, this blog has served as a much-needed space and platform to say what I’ve needed to say, to become what I was already made of.  I do not take that for granted, nor do I wish to push that further than necessary.  A purpose has been served, in the past two years of this blog.  It has met a need that I was originally unaware that I had.  And now, it may very well be that that same purpose is being redefined.  There may come a time when my posts become more personal, dealing in my rambling thoughts and everyday experiences.  The lens of my focus may com in close once more, but for the time being, I believe it is in my best interest to keep some distance.  I am as much a Scribbler as I am Beloved, and much of what I post here will probably be my shorter forms of writing. I hope to scatter my personal reflections throughout, adding updates on how I’m doing, but as I’ve said before–it is best to keep my distance for a time.

I have journeyed as a Scribbler, I have journeyed as Beloved, and still my journey continues.  I am excited to see what I  might discover in these coming months.  I am curious to see where all these paths and roads may lead, which ones I will choose and which will be chosen for me.  I am yet unwinding my story, still turning the pages, travelling ever farther through mountains and valleys, wind and rain, sun and snow.  I have not given up.  Indeed, I still carry on.  I will always carry on, wayward as I might become, for there will be peace when I am done.

Beloved

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About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

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