It's funny how fast pipe dreams can go up in smoke or trickle down the
drain. My attempt last year to document friendships and meet at least 2
new people a week for a year fizzled out halfway through. I guess
that's when my amazing circle of friends was locked tight, and upstate
New York began to feel like a place to call home. My routine was
established, and the new wore off. I went from pioneer to peer-
trailblazer to tribesman.
One of my most intense regrets of late is neglecting my journal. Up
until about two years ago I had documented almost every day of my life
since the 8th grade. I had made it a habit. Like clockwork I would
hammer out the happenings of any given day before keeling over into the
sheets. But then I got married.
Our first home was a 600 SF one-bedroom apartment, and my persistent
pecking on a keyboard less than 7 feet from my sweetheart's head after
10pm never made her swoon. When we moved north in 2010 the office was
banned from the bedroom. With my PC and desk no longer positioned
between the bedroom door and the Neverland Express it was out of sight,
out of mind.
Journal entries became more and more sporadic. The initial burst of
creative energies that sparked One Face in early 2010 served as a
temporary patch- I was able to roll the highlights of any given week
into the stories here of how I met so-and-so, but keeping up with
Eclectic Scribe, One Face, and the editing of my first novel soon became
too much to juggle. That's when One Face, the closest thing I had to a
journal, took a nosedive.
Being on-line and available to the masses, a blog like this will have a
decidedly different tone than one meant only for personal reference and
reflection. Though I won't have the liberty to share some things that
might be furiously scrawled in a private journal under lock and key, I will
be motivated to keep it interesting, thought provoking, and hopefully
entertaining rather than posting a monotonous laundry list of any day's
events.
My intention is to regularly share funny stories, lessons learned, and
deeper thoughts (when they are too much for distilling to poetry.)
The
poetry waxing is found at EclecticScribe.com. . . One Face will be an arena for
the art of articulation and maybe, one day, some feedback and
conversation.
