Ego, or how I learned to cope.

I think we all want to believe that we’re making a difference in the world.  We want to achieve greatness and be remembered for past deeds.  We want our names etched in granite upon a façade where tourists will flock merely to take a picture of the lettering.  We desire that our Wikipedia page will be lengthy and visited often by school children plagiarizing English or science reports.  However, we can’t all be those people and to satisfy our ego we write our own blogs in the hopes that somebody gets a little enjoyment out of our everyday shenanigans.  At least that’s my excuse.

I’ll go ahead and say that I know I haven’t been around much.  Life is starting to take its toll on me, slowly and inexorably.  The job is still great, but the workload has increased surrounding the impending visit of the Vice President.  Yep, we’re responsible for bringing the Vice President to our fair city on Friday, provided the weather cooperates.  And, of course, the other job, the church job is never ending as there is always a Sunday on the calendar and that usually requires a choir.  As if this were not enough, graduate school continues.  This semester the workload has doubled (due to two classes, instead of one), and while the content is exponentially more interesting, the grind of being gone from before dawn to after dusk three nights a week is making me weary.  Occasionally, I see my wife and daughter who, by most accounts, are doing just fine, but I’m guessing that they miss me at least a fraction as much as I miss them.  I’m guessing the hollow-eyed stare that has become my standard go-to look on the weekends is not quite as appealing as my formerly winning smile.  As well, this constant work has contributed to a complete lack of physical fitness which has only increased my waistline and decreased my ability to fight off the weakest of illnesses.

So, you’ll forgive me if I haven’t settled in to wax poetic about any number of things simply to stroke my own ego.  And, yet, as we say, these are all “first-world problems.”

Not once during my absence from this space have I had to confront a totalitarian regime with peaceful demonstration and rock-throwing.  Also, I do not have family members in any country that is currently undergoing the throes of democracy.

Fortunately, my home, and my city, have not been plagued by the interminable winter that ravages the rest of the country with a continuous bombardment of ice and snow.  It’s cold, and not entirely pleasant, but it is by far better than most.

Also, I am not confronted daily with being oppressed because of my sex, race, or sexual orientation, and that is merely a product of being born into a hegemonic majority through no fault of my own.  Just lucky, I guess.

Anyway, the point being that I haven’t been around much and I realize that, but sometimes life gets in the way, even if it’s the most minor of issues that cause the absence.  I’d like to try and blog more often, even if for no other reason than to stroke my own ego, but time does not allow.  Fortunately, at this point, I’ve not had to make the decision to eliminate the blog, but if you don’t hear from me for a while, just know that I’m buried under some paperwork somewhere and I will eventually emerge.

Thanks for reading and I hope to write again soon.

See you in the funny papers!