Our lives are full of stories and meaning, but translation can be where we are lost, as the movie proposes. In beginning this blog, which I hope will be a good outlet for my over-analytical, melancholic tendencies, I hope to in some way translate some of my internal speculations about ‘God stuff’ into words that make sense to me (as a bare minimum). This aim now articulated, I therefore choose to embark on the journey the procrastinator in me is fighting at every turn. High five me.
About me? I’m a 33-year-old Sydney resident who is married with two kids, both boys. My part-time job is editor of a news magazine for the gift and greeting card industry. I also know more than I would care to about smash repairs from my work proof-reading Australasian Paint & Panel. I prefer writing to unexpected conversation, because ‘back space’ is easier than the back door.
My natural tendency to think too much about absolutely everything means I need to work hard at just ‘being’ (and I do realise the irony in that). So thanks for being one of the first to indulge in my ponderous ramblings. I look forward to getting to know you better! Yo!