But what are the rules?

I am unsure of the rules of blogging. Is it against the protocol to post more than one blog in a single day? If it is, I apologize in advance to all of the bloggers out there who are diligent with the laws that govern blogging, for I am ignorant.

Blogging may or may not turn out to be a big responsibility. It will most likely require honesty and candidness, (convinced that is a real word) two areas of life I am sorely lacking practice in. It is also going to demand consistency of me, which may or may not be something that comes with effort. I don't lack discipline, just the desire to air my dirty laundry. But considering I have initiated this blog all on my own, I must have a hidden desire for the world (or the blogging community, whichever comes first) to know the inner workings of my...self.

Writing one's feelings out in a place where others are likely to read them, is much different than the confines of a personal avenue, such as a diary. A diary with lock and key that you hide under your underwear in the bottom drawer in the back of your closet. (No, I don't actually do that, but I think it illustrates my point effectively, so leave it be) Are there some things not to be said in a public platform, even though the entire idea of a blog is to be a place of expressing ones deepest and possibly darkest thoughts, feelings and emotions? I suppose I will learn all this as I go. Personally, I would rather know such things before even embarking, but it is a little on the late side of things now I suppose.

So here you are reader, you have possibly just spent several minutes of your life reading the previous paragraphs, and have learned little to nothing about me. You may be thinking that this is the worlds most pointless blog, but I promise, they will not all be a jumble of mishmashes thoughts and general inquiries about the nature of blogging. I thought for the sake of courtesy, I should start with the lighter side of life, so as not to deter anyone. I am sure you understand.

I have spent the last few weeks glued to my pillow. I have become sleepy at the drop of the sun, and had a wrenching time getting my eye lids to stay open long enough to find my feet to the floor at the crack of noon. And now, as you may notice, it is friken seven o'clock (pirate word) in the morning, and I have already been awake long enough to create a whole new blog and two posts. What the shit is that about? I think my body really walks to the beat of it's own piano player. It's not even normal enough to have a drummer. Or maybe it is my brain that is off kilter? I do tend to go though phases of extremeness (I am aware that is defiantly not a work, let it go) in almost all of my behaviours. I eat to the extreme, work out the the extreme, rest to the extreme, think to the extreme. I figure I swing wildly one way, only to ping back wildly the other way, so in my own little way, I am balanced. Off kilter or not, this is the brain I have, and I think I will keep it. So there, first problem of the day solved.

Today is Sunday, which is most often my most interesting day of the week. I attend a charismatic Christin church, full of radical and not so radical people of faith. I feel I fall somewhere in the middle, not lacking in faith, just the radical nature. I have been walking with God for as long as memory serves, so I wasn't "radically" saved myself, per-say. I do have a healthy fervor, but anyways. Sundays consist of worship, coffee break, message, random acts of time filling home doings and young adults. (Give or take.) And to the naked eye this may seem mundane, but in actuality, the naked eye would be wrong. I am surrounded by prophetic people. This makes life exciting. I often go to church feeling I am on the cusp of a huge revelation about my life, a deliverance into the next phase. It may be an unhealthy expectation of mine, but I usually do go to my assembly looking forward to a big happening of sorts. I also really look forward to seeing the people I don't get to see often during the week. I find the most interesting people are the ones who rarely but consistently cross your path. They are they ones you know enough about to be interested, but are still surprised by the things they reveal about themselves as time passes. It is not at any sort of comfort level yet, but the spark of intrigue has been ignited. I feel like church is a large metaphor for life. You pretty much get a good cross section of personality types. And sitting back and watching the interactions play themselves out is by far one of my favorite pass times. I know I might look withdrawn and possibly a tad on the creepy side of things when I sit alone at church watching everyone, but really, sometimes it is more fun to just witness, instead of participating all the time. Church is magical, it is a place of higher education (get it!?) of relationship, of worship, of enlightenment, and often a place of airing wounds, generally not by choice, but rather necessity. People see through people there, which is what makes it fascinating and fear inducing for me. But I go, just to see what will happen.

And alas reader, I feel I must conclude today's ramblings, less I loose your attention completely, rendering my blog moot, for lack of active readers. If I am correct, you have learned a little bit about me, I have aired a few thoughts and feelings, and possibly connected to some one out there, or just to myself. I believe that is defiantly grounds for calling this blog entry a success. Until next time reader(s), I will be Sundaying.