hmmm
Is it bad that I only update this blog when I'm on site at the moment? That it's only when I'm stuck somewhere with very little to do that I actually take the time to bother? Or does that just mean I'm living away from the internet more when I'm at home. I can think of some who would disagree with that. I suppose it's more the fact that there is little else to use as a distraction.
It definetly feels weird spending good friday away up here. Not in a good way really either. Days just have no meaning here... a weekend or a public holiday are just the same as any other workday. I know some don't subscribe to the whole meaning of easter thing and probably wouldn't miss it at all if they were here in my place. Still it feels subtly wrong not to be participating in it. And no I'm not talking about chocolates... I can do that anytime. In fact I did make easter eggs with Brooke and we had a lovely time so I have achieved the "happiness" that is associated with easter and chocolate already. But I haven't taken the time to sit and think about things that I normally do around good friday. Typically I reflect about stuff during stations of the cross. I suppose that's part of things really this is the first easter I haven't had a church that I feel I belong too since I was in primary school. I miss my old church... and I don't like the new one that's sprung up in it's place. I suppose I might have felt this way around christmas as well expect I spent that at Jon's church and was happily distracted from my whole churchlessness.
Damn, this entry has turned all melancholy. What is it about journals that cause mass amounts or angst to surge forth? I think I'll stop while I'm ahead and try to make a less depressing post later.
It definetly feels weird spending good friday away up here. Not in a good way really either. Days just have no meaning here... a weekend or a public holiday are just the same as any other workday. I know some don't subscribe to the whole meaning of easter thing and probably wouldn't miss it at all if they were here in my place. Still it feels subtly wrong not to be participating in it. And no I'm not talking about chocolates... I can do that anytime. In fact I did make easter eggs with Brooke and we had a lovely time so I have achieved the "happiness" that is associated with easter and chocolate already. But I haven't taken the time to sit and think about things that I normally do around good friday. Typically I reflect about stuff during stations of the cross. I suppose that's part of things really this is the first easter I haven't had a church that I feel I belong too since I was in primary school. I miss my old church... and I don't like the new one that's sprung up in it's place. I suppose I might have felt this way around christmas as well expect I spent that at Jon's church and was happily distracted from my whole churchlessness.
Damn, this entry has turned all melancholy. What is it about journals that cause mass amounts or angst to surge forth? I think I'll stop while I'm ahead and try to make a less depressing post later.