I think blogging is navel gazing. It's a bit narcisstic really. I do it because I have no other outlet to really write in. Words make up a large component of my job, but it's not creative expression. Instead, the words are meant to engage someone into wanting what the institution I work for has to offer.
There are some blogs I follow that are at first interesting and worth dropping in on now and again. But the same thing happens to me time and again, I begin to squint my eyes and pucker my mouth as I read and think to myself "oh my goodness, isn't there anything else in your life besides you?" I can appreciate being all about me, but I've come to realize I am really no more interesting or unique then the next person. In fact, I am quite dull. I had some exciting turmoil in my life for a while, but now things have settle into a humdrum state, which I really enjoy.
I get up in the morning, wake up my daughter, feed the dog and the cat, drink coffee, read the paper, take a shower, dress, pack my daughter's lunch, drive her to school, go to work, go the gym, cook dinner, eat dinner, clean up after dinner, read or watch television, do laundry, go to bed and start the same cycle again. Fun!
My views on life are really no different than any one else's. I think the most radical thing I have come to believe in the past year is that there is no "God." There's no stately man with a booming voice sitting on a throne and -- much like Santa Claus -- deciding who's naughty or nice. That doesn't make me an atheist. Rather I believe that God is our collective consciousness and is all the good things about our spirit incarnate and in spiritus. I believe we are each a fraction of what equals God and as Jesus taught us that kingdom of heaven is really inside of us no matter who we are or what we've done. Then what is our dark side? I'm not sure. Is it Eve being tempted by the forbidden fruit? Who knows? But that's the latest little knot I am trying to untangle. So when I gaze at my navel I'm wondering who is the devil?