I’ve been blogging, on and off, for what feels like quite a long time. Firstly to keep track of what I was up to at work, though it fast became more about dresses and boots. Then about all sorts of things, work and no-work, because work and non-work don’t divide very well for me. And then almost exclusively about non-work, and then a bit of work crept back in as I homed a few presentations or conferences. And then I fell into twitter and, along with many others, hardly blogged for ages (apart from at work, where I only blogged work things). And then I sort of came back. Although quite often I talk to myself these days, because my old blog which used to have lots of people reading and talking back to me, decided to shut, and now I’ve got 500+ old posts in limbo that I’d really like to have here but don’t have enough hours in the day for bringing over title, post, files and comments individually. Maybe one day… moved them over here but not had chance to retag them yet. One day…

And now I don’t write so many dresses. Now I own more boots, but I usually keep my evening dress addiction to Second Life, where I did spend a lot of time with work and now don’t spend so much time for fun. Now I sometimes try to make sense of the world around me a bit more, since I no longer work and only occasionally still want to write things about the work that I left behind. Things that I want to make sense of are usually now while I prepare for new work, training in Cambridge at vicar school. And loving it. sermon texts or things that break my heart. They’re capturing things that inspire, though because I still haven’t really sorted out tagging things properly (or organising my digital archives, or tidying my pinterest pins, or editing my delicious links), the idea of having them when I wanted to find them doesn’t always work.

I still sing. When I can.
I still bake. In bigger and bigger quantities. Usually later and later at night.
I’m still a geek. At least in some things. But yes, I usually design in powerpoint. Honestly.
I’m a priest in the church of God. All other things I have, might or will achieve[d] in my lifetime pale into insignificance in the light of this. Or underpin it. Or drive it. Or are driven by it. Or something. It is the biggest privilege going, and I am still awed to have been called into it…