Well, it has been over a year since my last post. I tried to publish this post on the exact anniversary, however my computer time is blessedly limited, so it got delayed a wee bit. Part of me wishes that I had got this one published at the one year mark, just for the sake of symmetry, but alas it was not to be. I’ll get over it I’m sure.
Since I first created this blog, my goal was to use it as a vehicle to share my experiences as I learned to better live in my place. That phrase is a loaded term of course, to “better live in one’s place.” and I will not delve into it now, though I will jot a note down for myself so that I can explore it better at a later date. Needless to say, looking back over my two posts thus far, I am not sure that I can exactly consider this entire experience a completely successful experiment.
So what have I been doing for the past twelve months? Life mostly. I have been living, working, worshiping, playing, and celebrating, each to a certain degree. And I have been laying low. I have, largely though not entirely, “disappeared from the grid,” which is a phrase I use with glee, and something that you, dear reader, will soon hopefully appreciate as much as I do in very short order. Since my last posting (or perhaps even before my last posting) I decided to temporarily remove myself from The Facebook and had given my phone number out to a very select few people. I was still reachable via e-mail, but sadly and interestingly enough, that mode of communication has become somewhat obsolete except for spammers and select institutions*. Now, to be clear, I have recently rejoined The Facebook, albeit in an extremely limited capacity, and have given my phone number out to more people, yet still, over the past year, I have remained a relative recluse.
It should be noted that this is not because I don’t like people. I generally like them very much, though I will admit I like some people more than I like others. This usually has more to do with whether or not they like me first, though I digress. The reason that I have almost vanished from the social scene is because I was tired. Not depressed certainly, but tired. And I needed some rest. I needed a way to revive myself after five beautiful years in The Academy, a sort of Sabbath for myself. I needed time to consider the future, to plan, to prepare, and to begin something new, something exciting and something that is possibly so utterly bizarre that only an individual whose passions include sustainable agriculture, camping, and Benedictine traditions could possibly think it is even remotely a good idea.
But that post, my dear readers, is for another day.
* As a somewhat related aside, I was recently told by a friend of mine that they have no way of reaching me. I asked them if they had my e-mail address. They did. I asked them if they had me on their Facebook list. They did. I asked them if they knew my phone number. They did. I asked them if they knew where I lived. They did. It turns out that, due to my complete dislike of texting culture, I refused to get a cell phone. Which meant that they could not figure out how to reach me.