P4E.165 Something Had to Give

Photo from Flickr by Brian Carlson, Houston, Texas

In my last post, I simply said "uncle." Something had to give. I love to write. It is my "play." But, I make every attempt not to write while I have time to be with my wife and son. Therefore, the writing for this blog takes place only in the early morning, at lunch time and some late evenings. With my work, my responsibilities as a husband and a father and an upcoming backpacking trip to the High Sierras I felt so much pressure! So, I just cried, "uncle" and decided to let the writing go for a time. I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression in stopping so abruptly.

I admit, there were other reasons for stopping as well. I kind of got distracted from my purpose in writing here. I do not moderate this blog, my friend Jim does. Jim tells me that there are not many who visit this blog. Even fewer actually leave a comment. Of those, many of the comments I get are mean-spirited and Jim just deletes them. I had to remind myself that my purpose in writing here has never been to be popular or agreed with. This writing is cathartic for me. I write to journal what I'm experiencing and learning. If anyone is blessed or touched in some way or convicted by what I'm writing, then so much the better. If I upset others, I'll have to live with that. But, I'm reminding myself that I'm really writing for me. It's my play time. My hobby time.

So, I'm going to resume. My backpacking trip to the High Sierras is over and it was great (I'll write something about that). Maybe I'll post at a slower pace. Maybe not. I'm praying that I'll be more focused and determined to make time for me. So I won't have to cry "uncle" again.

Blessings, Kim