I cringe

I don't like my post a few posts ago about religion. I let anger an my insecurity about having a religion that a lot of people don't know about or hate or don't understand get in the way of making a valid point about the separation of religion and government and the fact that Christians can be very unchristian. I didn't need to bring up my own religion at all to make that point -- it didn't matter what religion I was. And while the introduction had to do with my Bible lesson, which is a little different from most religions, it didn't need to be the thing that introduced my thoughts to the world. While it was my mental inspiration, the thought, the inclination to hide it, it didn't need to actually be the thing to jumpstart my post. I could have used any of a million versions of examples.

I actually cringed after I wrote it at the thought of checking the blog later and seeing anyone's comments, sure they'd call me out on it. It was an angry rant about religion that could have been refined into an actual piece of work worth reading. I did have a point -- but it feels like it got lost in my own anger and self-consciousness.

Since then, I've been too self-conscious to blog. I'm my own worst critic.

I don't take enough time to blog. It takes time to write and sometimes I just throw it away. Writing used to be easier when I wrote more -- go figure.

In other news, I'm moving to Chicago. I have to be there in a month, which is pretty surreal. It doesn't feel like I'm moving. Perhaps when I'm there this week the live and in person apartment searcing will make it more of a reality.

So expect future posts with me freaking out about the details of moving, the move itself, and me inevitably getting lost in a city I've only been to three times.