Today marks the first day that I have actually tried to journal since coming home from Urbana.  The reason for this is three-fold:  1) I’m awake during the middle of the day, 2) I have been asked to try to start a creative writing blog as a dare/challenge by a friend of mine, and 3) I have been wrestling with someone else’s exposition and point of view that almost forces me to start afresh with something like this.  So, I want to be held accountable and still write.  Essays and poetry and whatnot, observations and musings and wastes of time… all in the search for getting that which is inside out… and allowing He who is outside too often, to be in.  New Years usually are positive things at the beginning, but only in the process will we truly know for sure.