Full of muffiny goodness

I took a nap as soon as I got home yesterday, then woke up at 6:45 and went straight to the church for FnC. After a good night’s sleep (probably 12 a.m. to 7 a.m.), I feel significantly better, even though it’s rainy today and I forgot my umbrella at the church last night.

I discovered Scatman John recently and have been a bit obsessed… though it’s really only this song that I like. I’m thinking about playing it at the wedding (during one of the band’s breaks… did I mention that we’re going to have a live band?). Think other people would dance to it? I would, though I don’t think April’s really into this type of music…

I’ve been wondering lately how normal people write. That is to say, a couple of years ago, I was writing all the time. I always had something to say, and I was more creative, and I felt compelled to get everything out, everything down. Now, I’m happy and content, and I feel absolutely no motivation to write. Not the way I used to, anyways. I once read that the best poetry is written after the fact, when one can look back without the over-burdensome emotions of the moment and reflect on a time or event calmly. Part of the issue, I suppose, is that I just don’t have much time to write, but most of it is that I don’t feel inspired.

When I do have something I might write about, I’d rather talk with someone. That’s another aspect to the dilemma: Anything I might write about, I end up talking over with April. I bounce ideas off her and explore myself through conversation, rather than writing and introspection.

I’m going to close here. Read on for my latest entry on the FnC blog, which relates how my relationship with God is changing into something familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time.

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