It's been a long time since I've posted anything remotely interesting, and it's making me wonder if I should continue to bother blogging. I mean, I like blogging, and I've been doing it for a long time, but there is a problem with being a blogging minister, at least for me. Some other ministers I know seem to handle it just fine. But I don't want to blog about churchy things. I don't want to post sermons or devotionals or profound reflections on the meaningfulness of my ministry all the time. I could post those things, but then my blog would be an extension of my job - and let's fact it, my job doesn't really need to extend any further than it already does. Then there are all the other interesting things that I have to say, but most of them are probably inappropriate to share on a blog that might be traced back to me. I learned via disaster a few years ago that blogging about one's parishioners is a really bad idea, and fortunately have long known without disaster that it's a really bad idea to post a lot of detail about one's personal life on the internet. Since most of what I have to say is either a pithy rant about church stuff or related to my personal life, I'm not left with much fodder.
I'm not really going to stop blogging, but it's a conundrum.
Anyway, I am now completely moved from my old apartment, although I am still having nightmares about moving. I think this might be PTSD from having a washing machine dropped on me, in case moving in general isn't traumatic enough. As a result of a month of hauling boxes, bins, furniture, and appliances, the shoulder that was separated in January is driving me absolutely nuts. I feel about eighty years old. And I still have to UNpack a good deal of this stuff, and get the washer working, which is kind of a challenge after you've dropped it down a couple of flights of stairs.
My band is trekking right along, starting to get more gigs and building up a fan base, in my town anyway. The other band members live in other towns, which one might think would lead to gigs and fans elsewhere, but for now it's mostly my friends and my friends' friends who are making up our audiences - along with a big group of crew members from the movie that is filming in town. They love us, which has been great. I'm learning that people who are my actual friends often make the worst audience members. They completely take me for granted in the way that only friends can, so it's always a mystery whether they'll show up at all, stay for more than two songs when they do show up, demonstrate any enthusiasm, etc. And then they say things like, "Meh, I've heard you do that song better," and refer to me as a diva, which of course I kind of am, but who wants to hear that? Strangers who dance through our sets and gush about us afterward are more gratifying, which is not to say that I don't love it when my friends do show up. I do. But drawing more people to gigs than my friends is always a good thing.
And now, I must go focus my writing energies on the sermon I'm preparing for Sunday, because my birthday is tomorrow, and I know not a whole lot of work is going to get done.