A talk with the Socialist last night inspired new questions within me as to why I write here. Reading some independent blogs on the web raises the notch on what I'm writing. My need for privacy and for compartmentalization of my various web-lives gives me reasons for leaving. Close friends and some trusts give me reason to stay.
I look now to the value of time expended versus value returned. As in anyone's life, my values get reprioritized, re-evaluated and revised on an irregular basis. This process tends to be catalyzed by life events, usually those beyond my control. Reminders of mortality are really good catalysts for this sort of thing. So are situations in which I find myself humbled. Neither of these are bad things; both are inevitabilities of life that you either embrace with both arms or blind yourself to. And if you wear blinders, you end up missing a lot of the important stuff.
So I'll take this time to consider my options, and evaluate my motivations. Expect me when you see me next.
