Breathing

Lately I have had all these blogging ideas running in my head, but they seem to have run away as I sit down and write.
There is so much to comment on, especially living in a new place, having new surroundings, old and new friends mixed together.

I have also, sometimes been thinking what this blog is for. What is the purpose? To show off my life? To inspire and encourage? To inform or impress? To entertain and be funny? Can it serve more than one purpose? That's a thought.

One of the things I have been observing when living in a city is the status that busyness and stress has. You're someone only if your agenda is full, if you keep running from one appointment to the other, if you have to leave early because you have to be somewhere else.

Even I, with my, up until now, almost empty agenda have been involuntarily feeling sucked into this tornado of insecurity and chase after a busy life. Why do we do it? Why do I let myself be defined by other people? When I say that I trust in God and my security is in him, do I then lie?

I am pushed by this into seeing who I allow to define me. Whoever you follow define you. And the other way around: Whoever you are defined by, that is the one you follow. Who am I?

Less deep and less challenging blogging will follow. This is what spilled out this time.

Be sure to breathe. Breathe deep.