Many bloggers have themes for their blogs. Maybe it’s food, travel, toddlers, or geophysics. Probably the more thematic your blog is the more likely you are to capture an audience. But when you’re a 53-year-old woman who can barely keep a thought in her mind for two seconds, writing about one topic seems awfully restrictive. I prefer to flit from idea to idea like a butterfly, pausing here to drink nectar and then getting caught in a breeze, being blown to unknown places, and I’m off on another tangent. There’s always a goal in front of me, but most of the time I don’t know what it is.
For isn’t that a good definition of life? We are relentlessly heading for a goal, but we don’t know what it is. One of my favorite quotes from American literature is F. Scott Fitzgerald’s closing line in The Great Gatsby: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
Hmmm, I thought we were moving forward, but maybe not. Maybe everything we do is an attempt to reconcile the past, to find a way to make peace with the things that have happened. Maybe when we do that, we can really begin to move forward.