It’s interesting how cathartic talking and writing can be. Over time the person for me for all that has changed from person to person and I guess I’ve reached some point of adulthood where I realize I no longer have a right to dump my pointless thoughts on anyone else, especially given how fortunate I am. So I turn to my various forms of writing. I have my two blogs here, my actual writings, a computer journal, and a moleskin style journal for various thoughts and ideas. Sometimes just writing all the nonsense in your head out is a good thing. Seeing it there before you puts it in a new perspective. Blogs are such an interesting sociological development, but yet all of us (well, ok, I’ve read some blogs and nearly all of us) have limits to what we post so publicly and (I presume) continue to keep private written records of our thoughts elsewhere as well.

Sorry for the cryptic post but I suppose it’s where my mind is. The way I’ve been engaged on my current project the last few months I feel like a different person on the other side of it now (virtually done with it), but I don’t think the change was all tied to that, more just coincided. I feel the bite of the writing bug beginning again, perhaps all this thought and brooding will yield something other than rambling blog posts!