Well, it has been quite some time since I've written. My inability to consistently contribute vexes me to no end. But given the fact that I'm teaching 8 course this term, I guess I have a legitimate excuse. I only wish I had more discipline. If I could only wake up at 6 every morning, go for a run, spend time in prayer, write, read, and then move on to work then I'd find more balance. But let's get real. There are a lot of disappointments in life and perhaps the most significant one is self. Ideals are rarely fulfilled, disciplines often fall by the wayside, and good intentions grow into thorns instead of gardens. The multiple failures serve to squash any faith that substantial change will occur. Okay, it's January again so I'm ranting about rusty resolutions. I'm really not as depressed as this blog makes me out to be, but I'd like to turn a corner. As I think about it, perhaps breaking bad habits and developing new ones is a slow arduous process that may be somewhat indiscernable unless we take a long term inventory. In my own life there has been change, albeit incremental. I think life is like walking up an escalator that's going down. As long as you're moving you won't go backwards, and as long as you're moving slightly faster than the steps you'll make some progress. I guess the key is to just not stop.
