Dark Matter

a mixture of the unknown and the tangible

Furtive Keystrokes

I crept out of bed to write this post. The past few days, I've set an alarm for myself to TURN ALL ELECTRONICS OFF at 9:30pm. The upside is that I have managed to read more words that are printed on actual paper. The downside is that I have not been attending to my DarkMatter duties. The goal of the alarm was to get my butt to bed at an earlier time, but alas, that hasn't happened too often. The goal of this blog was to actually write on it, but alas, the former activity cancelled the latter.

I realized today that if I kept this routine up, I would never write anything. Because this blog is one of the things I do that is just for me (well, and you, dear reader), I usually attend to it when everyone else in my house is asleep. No husband to laugh with and rehash the events of the day. No son to sing for, dance in a silly way in front of, or otherwise attend to. Just the click of my finger pads on the keyboard of my - hmm, should I say how old my computer is? Anyway, I digress. The point of this blog is to write, and well, I need to be connected to the good ol' inter-web to do so.

The keystrokes this evening are also furtive because I haven't yet told anyone other than my life coach that I've started this blog. My husband doesn't even know, and I tell him everything! It is fun to think that one day I will casually mention my life chronicle, and he'll come to this page to see a long list of autobiographical musings. At that point, I will have more confidence in this project to share it with other people. Right now it is tentative and searching, a position that is somehow extremely liberating.

For now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then shall I know even as also I am known.    - 1 Corinthians 13

Some secrets are fun to keep!