Over the past four days I’ve been struck down by illness; nothing serious, but the symptoms have been unpleasant and my existence has been one consisting mostly of sleep deprivation.
Infact the only thing that has given my life any sense of meaning over the last few days has been updating blogs, here and elsewhere.
My friend David recently started a new blog (it has been his third or fourth, I think, in all the time I’ve known him). He mentioned that he had added me to his blogroll and I was excited to see I was at the top of the list.
“That’s because you just updated,” he replied.
I replied with the kind of whimsy you’d expect of a man who had been awake since 4am.
For all the jokes, for all the flippancy, my greatest moments of reprieve from my symptoms have been when I’ve been writing. It feels so natural, so flowing, so engaging. It really feels like it is something that I am supposed to be doing.
I am hoping to stretch myself a little further and write more often and about more varied subject matter. I also look forward to soon (hopefully) being able to breathe through my nose again. Exciting times ahead…
