I started this blog and started designing it with the wonderfully intuitive Blogger, and got super tired of it super quick. So I figured I would write a post. My post ended up being pretty preachy, which I hate. But it isn't really really surprising, as I am prone to lapse into preachiness whenever I start putting words together, something I remembered today as I read a letter I sent home to my little brother while I was on my mission. Worst part? It was his birthday letter. I just like to think of him with the family, tearing open all of his awesome presents from all of the awesome people who love him. When he finally gets to mine, he rips off the paper with a gleam of excitement at the corner of his eye, and the gleam dies. He forces a smile onto his face, and quickly puts the letter aside, trying to push on to the better presents from people who know how to give a birthday present.
My mom asks "What did Jordan get you?"
He replies, "A sermon..."
Don't worry, I made up for it the next year by not doing anything for his birthday besides thinking I should do something cool for it. That was probably an improvement.
My ability to start things and then never finish them is unparalleled. It is great that I finished my mission. I could totally see myself having woken up some morning, getting in the car, driving home, and walking in the front door to be greeted by my horrified family, only to think "Oh yeah, I'm still a missionary. Oops." It's not like I set out to not finish things, it usually just happens that way. Good thing I've chosen a path in medicine, right?
And that was the only post I've done. One preachy little post, two and a half months ago. After that I must have lost interest and gone on to doing other things that I deemed more important. I couldn't tell you what any of those things were. But I can tell you that that isn't "totally" blogging. That is starting a blog and then never touching it again. Hardly a cardinal sin, but certainly not what my friends had in mind (even if they didn't say "totally," I think it was the message they were trying to convey.) Why am I writing right now? Because I fell asleep at 6:30 on a Sunday evening and woke up at 10.
|Google tells me this is the picture I want for my blog. I dare you to say otherwise.|
Oh yeah, another reason why I'm not very good at this blogging thing: I forgot to, you know, tell anyone I was blogging. Oops.