chasingmeaning:

(*dedicated to Katie Paulk)

Who am I?

A work in progress, a perpetual student, a flawed and forgiven follower of Jesus Christ, a reader, a writer, a part-time comedian. (In all seriousness, I do crack myself and, occasionally, a few others up. If my humor does not appeal to you, please cue the crickets, exchange an eye roll with Jiminy and continue reading.)

Where do I come from?

Thirty-nine years ago this guy with long hair and purple corduroy pants asked this blonde girl in a mini-skirt out on a date. Fast forward six years: “I know I have to push, quit yelling at me!”, “It’s a girl!”, “Wait, is it normal for newborns to talk?!” That would be me; the wee chattering bairn. Grew up in Lake Jackson, TX, south of Houston. After college I called Maui, Atlanta, Maui again and Kansas City home. Moved back to TX about two years ago for work.

Why am I writing?

I enjoy it. It helps me to take runaway thoughts and perhaps give them coherent meaning. And meaning is what we are all after, in one way or another. Not to mention, I find communicating through the written word, in a word, delectable.

The answer to the above question in the format of a bald-faced lie: I am an expert. Things just come to me and I am not to be questioned. In fact, you should address me as Her Holiness the Blope, equivalent of the Pope but for the blogosphere diocese. Did I mention I know it all and have it all together?

What’s my style?

Sometimes complete sentences, other times not. Big fan of valiant efforts at clear communication. You will see that for clarity’s sake, I often spell out what I am NOT saying to shore up what I AM saying. This may include exaggeration and/or humor. It also may seem to go overboard. But that’s how I think. Example: see previous two paragraphs.

Why follow this blog?

Quite frankly, I do not know. If anything here catches your attention, moves you to think more deeply, to crack open a dusty Bible, to ask questions, to pray more often (whether for your sake or mine), to smirk, snort, laugh, cry or have an accident (not of the automobile persuasion), then stick around…we just might learn something together and laugh along the way…or at least spend some good quality time with crickets…I think I hear them now…

*NOTE: Something unexpected and very sad happened last Saturday that changed my life in a profound way. I lost a dear friend, Katie Paulk. That day I had also planned to launch this blog with the above post. I considered changing the post, because it is in fact, so light-hearted and contains elements of the ridiculous. However, after much thought, I believe my friend Katie would have thrown her head back and belly-laughed while reading this. And that made me smile. :-) Love you Katie.