I feel that I should be ashamed to show you such a picture, but I’m really not. If I showed nothing but perfectly composed shots that are meant to represent my life, I would be lying. My life is very rarely perfectly composed. Those moments do exist and I spend most of my time choosing to remember those moments instead of the chaotic ones, but every once in a while, the chaos of my life demands attention.
If you noticed that I haven’t written in a while, I could offer you a plethora of excuses; I’m not going to, but know that they are there. As for the future, I fear there will be even more. For some reason, November is quickly becoming my bite-off-more-than-I-can-chew month. As someone who strives for simplicity, it’s difficult not to get overwhelmed; at the same time, I have so many parts of myself that are begging for fulfillment and I need to give them a chance.
I still plan on blogging through it all, but I hope that I will be forgiven if it is not as frequently or as perfectly composed as you might expect. I’m attempting to work, sing in two choirs, read and write feverishly, maintain friendships and some semblance of normality, and I plan to do it all with an outlook of simplicity. Because even when my life resists simplicity, my heart is drawn toward it, and that will always be reflected in my choices.