The truth is that it can be quite difficult to blog after a lengthy absence.  There are decisions to be made.  Do I blog as though no time has elapsed or attempt to explain the blogging hiatus?  Do I try to say something profound or timely or is it most important to just say something…. anything…. to get the blogging juices flowing once again?  Do I promise to never leave the blogosphere again or opt to make no such indication of when I might create another post after this one?

The truth is that it can be quite difficult to blog at anytime.  Sometimes I just don’t know what to say… or whether it really matters that I tried a curried egg experiment or saw the Houston space cow at the airport.  Sometimes I figure I live in a virtual world too often as it is… should I really share oodles of thoughts virtually as well?  Is there any value to those thoughts anyway?  Sometimes I wonder if I should share personal experiences about things I’ve done or things I’m living through… if people in “real life” want to hear it any more than people in online life, or are they all the same people anyway?

The truth is that it can be quite difficult to figure myself out as it is.  So should I really do that online?  Should I stick to weather and music and the occasional computer geeky thing with a splash of theological thought thrown in?  Should I dissect myself for all to see?  Or does the weather and music and computer geeky and theological thought do that enough on its own?

I don’t know.  Lately I have found out that I don’t know much, but a few folk here and there seem to have the impression that I actually do.  And yet I know less now than I ever did before.  And this isn’t just the rapid decline in my memory or fact retention that I’ve witnessed in the last year.  (Funny how I remember THAT!  Would be nice to not realise I used to be a better remember-er… even if I wasn’t that great at it to begin with!)

Things in life are overwhelming for me right now.  Little things.  Big things.  Most every thing.  I’m really hoping that it’s just a phase.  And even if there is no hope of that, I keep hoping just the same!   So, maybe I will want to blog about some of those things.  Or maybe I will want to avoid all of those things completely and just type something that may be slightly of interest just because I enjoy words.  Or maybe not.

But here I am tonight.  In my home in Guelph.  Dreaming of a great many things.  Possibly worrying about a great many more.  Definitely wanting things I should not have.  And needing things that are already within my grasp, but I somehow forget to close my grip.

This is September.  This is Donna.  Still livin’, people.  Yes indeedy.