If I had waited until tomorrow, it would’ve been six months since my last blog update. Nathan’s been dead-listing people, and I find I don’t like being dead-listed. I want to have a most definitely living and vital presence on the internet. I want to leave a cyber legacy (ironic remark. still don’t have that sarcasm emoticon).

Six months passing doesn’t change some things, like not having a lot to say when sitting down to write a blog. Maybe the process of whittling all the interesting (or deadly dull) facts about life down to one sentence on FB is a great way to lose the desire to say more about what’s going on in life and thought. Or maybe my life just isn’t that fascinating.

Blogging on MRI used to be a combination of two things: Little slices of life, and theological ponderings. I started blogging in grad school, a time when there was always plenty of academic rigor to promote bloggy thought, and plenty of stress to motivate an outlet.

Two years ago, I graduated.

Life got easier (and better…much much much better).

Instead of dense academic texts, I read all the James Bond novels. Instead of SITTING (every day, all the time, at a truly Olympic level), I started dancing.

If you (and by you, I mean Nathan. Hi!) know me well enough to be reading this, then the dancing business (understatement alert) doesn’t come as news to you. (On the contrary, you are likely to be presently muttering something to yourself like, “What, you dance?” with not a little bit of ironic tone in your sotto voce remarks). Funnily enough, it still comes as news to me. I’ve spent my whole life in school, and my abilities are almost exclusively limited to the scholastic. I write, read, think, therapize, analyze, etc. I can’t cook or sing or garden or play an instrument or paint or manufacture my own smoked bologna or do ANYTHING fun. Except play Trivial Pursuit. You want me on your team.

Even though I’ve been dancing for two years, I still can’t believe I do it. I’ve never tried anything like this before, much less been any good at it. There are about five (possibly really boring) blogs to be done about what dancing has done for me, but in short it has been a blessing. And a blessing is a thing which has a habit of never ceasing to feel new and surprising and exciting. Blessed are the lindy hoppers, for they shall inherit kick-ass good times, late nights resulting in swing hangovers, and a lot of stinking joy.

Sorry about the kick-ass bit. But it really is kick-assy.

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