Earlier this year, after listening to some things some of my friends had to say, I decided to make a second blog that was to contain all of my entries of a spiritual nature. Essentially splitting myself in half for journaling purposes.
My reasoning was this: because I know that some people whom I love dearly do not share my faith, or even a belief in God. Since I knew they read my blog, out of respect for those people, I didn't want to seem as though I was pushing my beliefs onto anyone.
Regardless of my reasoning being good or bad, the decision has been bad for me. I have found that this little split I made in one corner of the fabric of my life has worked it's way into a big tear running through virtually everything I do. I feel like it has shaken my priorities loose and they've dropped to the floor in a random order.
So I have been (darn metaphors) stitching my priorities back in order, finding ways to sew my relationship with God up, and mending some holes I have worn into my existence. I think my lesson here is that since I like to (imagine myself to) be about wholeness and consistency, I cannot voluntarily split myself up and expect to continue to be whole and consistent.
blah blah blah - short story long, I am going to just write one blog, about me ... all of me.