Christmas - what better time to begin a blog. After all, it's only been ten years since I began writing a daily diary. A few years ago I did attempt to convert some of my entries to electronic form but the task became somewhat gargantuan in my mind and so, as with many things that I begin, my electronic diary entries never really got past a few html pages.
I could reflect on this year. I could look back and see how many hundreds of hours were spent playing my Night Elf Hunter on Proudmoore. I could sit back and relax now that my week is finally over and I can cruise through Christmas and out the other side, go to work for four more days from Tuesday, and then really breathe a sigh of relief as I take time off for the first time since starting work at Dick Smith Electronics back in April (save for the two weeks of surgery recovery in September, the first of which was disgustingly tedious...).
However, there will be time for reflection come the new year. With this blog I am launching into something new; something fresh. To keep this up may prove to be a mission. Perhaps over time I will inculcate blog writing as much as my Bible reading and diary entries - as much as brushing my teeth twice a day. Routine drives me. WoW occupies my time XD
Perhaps, also, I will reveal more of myself to cyberspace. After all, everyone has a story to tell; some are just better storytellers than others. But we have all experienced things in our lives that make us who we are and have got us to where we are right now. Ten more years down the track I may have entered 500 blog entries but who can really know how this small act in itself might affect who I am and how other people view me? Let alone affecting any decisions in my life.
Here's a small tidbit: I'm all alone. I've come to a place where I just can't care anymore. Getting married would be great - after all, at 25 I'm not exactly getting any younger! However, I've reached the point where I really am content. I haven't embraced my singleness, it just isn't a focus for me anymore. I tried so often to put aside these thoughts I had of meeting someone and that being the answer to whatever but all it did was made me focus more on being without someone - and I felt like I was missing out.
But meh, life does have a purpose and it is good. I may not have clear direction right now but I know that next year something is going to change. I know that I won't play WoW forever but at this point in my life it is such a huge part of who I am and what I do. Tomorrow we have our Christmas MC run (I only call it that because we aren't raiding on Sunday, it being Christmas day and all, and since this is the Christmas weekend, it just sounds... right). When I say "we", I mean my guild, Brethren of Vengeance. We may not be teh pwnage but we're getting better, we are growing and most of the time it's great to just get to know the regular members more and talk about stuff on the forums.
I could keep going but it's getting late. This is Genesis - this is the beginning of what I hope will be a new discipline for me. I enjoy living with my brother (if only he would actually do what he's supposed to do, ugh...) where the only responsibility I have is to keep this place in some semblance of orderliness - more of an obligation, really. It's in my nature to have order and cleanliness. Too bad this hasn't caused me to unpack my books ^L^
That about brings me to the end of my initial entry. I hope to see more of me. There is an urge to write so much more but I must restrain myself. Choosing only a portion of what to say really limits what is portrayed but it saves some words for another time. I'll pocket those words now and allow my brain to start winding down as I pull out my diary and record my life for today, 23/12/05. To be precise, it was yesterday - but who wants to niggle over such trivial matters.
To come:
- Elements of my life story
- Poetry from the past (and perhaps some new pieces)
- World of Warcraft commentary
- Insights into spiritual growth
- Editorials and personal thoughts
-Timotheos
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