I had hoped that that the ‘manic moments of Carrie O’Hara’ would kick start my writing again…but all was too quiet in blog land. I had forgotten that what had made Carrie’s original blog and her 365 work were the readers. It was a dialogue. I had allowed myself to be influenced by an emailing friend who refused to read my blog as he felt, ‘All blogs are self-indulgent bullshit. What makes the intimate details of anyone’s life fodder for the wider audience?’. As is often the case with this particular guy I found myself at a loss for words…
But I continue to miss the opportunity to articulate my view of the world. Why can’t the blog be a 21st century version of the diary? The self-indulgence of writing about my daily life can perhaps help me understand its blessings and confusions. It is the gregarious nature of human kind that leads us to art and music and literature: why can’t a blog be part of that dialogue?
So here goes again…
I have been struck, much more than I ever could have predicted by the death of Boyzone’sStephen Gately. Yet again I search for a God who allows such unfathomable events to take place…this is a topic I will hopefully return to.
When I first heard the horrible news and more acutely during the Sky News coverage of Stephen’s funeral today I was (to continue the self indulgent theme I suppose) struck again by fears of my own mortality; and reminded of the soul breaking grief I felt at the loss of my father.
I feel the need to take a hold of life; to reassess and reach for my goals. To take both the time to ‘smell the roses’ and yet not stand still for so long that I miss life’s opportunities as they fly past.
So it is back to the blog once more: to attempt I hope to capture life’s moments in Words, and to prompt the procrastinating me to take her chances no matter what.
