Dear favorite public of mine,
In honor of my one week blogiversary (and the Insta-lanche yesterday that made my
day life), I would like to announce that I am offering each of you a five-day, all-expenses paid vacation…
… From reading my blog. That’s right—starting with this post, I will disappear from the face of the
planet internet until Monday. Now, I could say I’m going to be spending these days doing something wildly exciting, like following in Obama’s grandmother’s steps and helping fight the African tsetse fly, eloping with Big Sexy, or finally finishing Russell Kirk’s Conservative Mind.
But the truth is I will be doing none of these things. Instead, I will be spending these days reclaiming my soul. God and I were talking the other night and He pointed out the inverse relationship between how well y’all have been getting to know me and how well I have been getting to know Him.
I guess this is another one of those Pivotal Life Moments. With a PLM, it must be true that "you were not the same after that." Well, in this case, it's me and my blog that will never be quite the same (cue collective sigh of relief). In the past week, I have discovered that blogging not only opens a window to your soul to others but to yourself as well. Sometimes, what you see is a little unnverving.
My solution? For the next few days, without being distracted every thirty seconds by “Wait, look, another blog post idea!” I will be contemplating the Big Guy (not to be confused with the Big Sexy), life, and my purpose in it.
If you’ll allow me a moment of schmoopiness, let me say that I have fallen in love with sharing these intimate posts with all five thousand of you every day. (Okay, just today, thank you, Instapundit!). As such, "This is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you." (Those spanking explanations were good for something after all, Mom and Dad!)
While I expect to return on Monday, you may not—although I sincerely hope that is not the case. If I have faded into blog-blivion by then, I leave you with this thought:
“What is the nature of your life? You are but a wisp of vapor that is visible for a little while and then disappears.”
From here on out, I'm committing to approach every day--and every blog post (don't worry, I wont become a humorless troll)--in the most meaningful way I can. I hope you will, to0.
Until Monday, lovingly yours,
Ps - What does my absence mean for you? That is, besides overwhelming utter despair--or joy? You will have to find some other way to burn those 4:57 minutes that my Site Meter tells me you are wasting, er, reading my zany antics somewhere else. May I suggest The Other McCain, Instapundit, Ed Morrissey, hotMES, William Jacobson, Donald Douglas, Jimmie, and Sean?