Finding time to keep up
There aren’t enough hours in the day. I have come to that sad realization after futilely trying to stay in touch with my friends and acquaintances. Originally from the East Coast, I now reside here in sunny San Diego. Trying to stay in touch with those I left behind is murder. The distance between us is enough to give you fits. And if that wasn’t bad enough, there is the time zone difference to deal with. I try to catch up on my calls and correspondence on the weekends, but I want a life as well, and I can’t (won’t) be a slave to my keyboard.
And then there are the new friends that I’ve met since landing in California. We are in the same time zone, but we lead different lives, and it’s just plain hard to keep up-to-date on those I’ve come to know and love.
And then there is this community. I started this blog as a way of keeping myself motivated, and also as a personal journal that I could return to at a later time and reflect on how I’ve changed. I didn’t count on making friends with the other members of this community, but that is exactly what has happened. Even though I’ve never met some of the people with whom I converse in person, I feel closer to them in many ways than I do with other people whom I have known for years. When I don’t reach out to them, or respond to their blogs, or fail to respond to their emails and comments, I feel lower than dirt. The guilt is oppressing. I try, but as the Bible has so incisively noted, "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."
I won’t make promises or commitments. I will only say that I will try and do better. That’s all you can ask of any man (or woman).
