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I’m from New York but my driver’s license lists that my address is Ohio. My passport has a number of stamps in it. I’m the youngest of six, yet oldest son. I have a number after my initials, but not my name. I like music. I drink coffee at all times of the day. I am a follower of Jesus. I own my own business. I watch bonus features on DVD’s. For four months each year my wife and I are the same age. “I pledge allegiance to a country without borders, without politicians.” I am an ordained pastor. I’ve eaten raw horse meat. I’m fifteen inches taller than my wife, but I look up to her. I still prefer buying CDs to downloading music. I’m a night owl, who doesn’t mind getting up early. I like to shop, and my wife doesn’t. I like to play games. I moved to another country nine days after my wedding. I sometimes quote random lyrics. I believe in miracles. I prefer desktops to laptops. I like listening to audio books. I listen to hockey games on the internet. I have five sons. I'm living life mid sentence.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Yesteryear

Last night I spent a couple hours going back through a different blog that I have had for the past four and a half years. I was searching for a particular post I put on that blog several years back but found myself continually stopping to read different post I had written. After reading a number of posts I started thinking, yet again, that I miss blogging. I miss sharing my thoughts and receiving feedback on them. I miss having something to say, and an audience to which I could say it. Not all of the enjoyment came from receiving feedback though. At times, simply having something to say and writing it was enough.

While I miss blogging, I'm not sure I will ever return to blogging in a manner like I once did. Major changes have occurred since the period of hard-core blogging. At that time I was single (read: unmarried) and now I am married. At that time I worked overnights, and had plenty of free time on my hands. Now I work during the day and don't have large amounts of time by myself. Back then I often didn't have a soundboard to share my hopes/dreams/fears/thoughts/ideas with, now I have a great wife who I can share all of the above with.

While I miss blogging the way I once did, I would not choose to return to the period of my life in which filled my "blogging years." Yes, there was some freedom that I no longer have, but there was also a lot of loneliness and heartache that went along with those years. And I wouldn't trade my wife and son for any of the freedom I may have had.