I know that this blog can tend to throw one off a bit, because one day, I’m writing some allegedly deep, introspective piece about man’s fall from Eden. Another day, I’m pining for another chance to don an ape suit and throw my unsuspecting, fellow man into a tizzy.
Right after that, I’ve got nether-lout Satan showing up to distance himself from windswept, narcissistic crooners with marginally-verfiable talent. Then, half a day later, I’ve got some multi-dimensional CS lewis quote glimmering in the center.
Then, today, I simply find a flowery way to say “I’ve about had it with thug life, crack heads, and deluded young men that think I can hear the hip-hop soundtrack in their heads when they enter the room.”
Truth be told, there is nothing hypocritical about any of this. The Ecclesiastical itemizations will tell you “to everything there is a season.” I just happen to have seasonal climate changes on a daily basis sometimes.
And so do you. I just find it easier to admit to myself and others lately. And there is a great relief in “not being perfect.”