Little Boxes on the Hillside….

Yes, I know I promised to post the following day, but well, life got a hold of me yet again and Here I am days later, still trying to piece together what I want to write about.

I think of things to write all the time – mostly in the car while I’m driving – no where near a computer or even a piece of paper to record ideas.

This week, I’ve been playing around with a lot of ideas, but they all seem to be revolving around the same thing, and so that is what I’m writing to you about today.

Boxes – or better yet, compartments.  This, in regards to the way I filter my conversations and interactions with other people and how I tell certain people one set of things because I know they won’t judge me or think I’m I’m a crazy religious nut trying to convert them to my sort of Christianity…..and then another set of people with whom I feel comfortable discussing music or books, and another with whom I will discuss my children….you get the idea.  All of these compartmentalized conversations and human relations with only a select few that overlap.

Sitting in my car on the way home from school or work or driving kids around I have been imagining situations in my mind in which I meld all of these compartments and just call it life.   That’s how I really believe things should be right?  Life should be honest and truthful – people are people and we should all understand that without a hint of judgement right?  Why is it that while I really believe that all of these compartments should be melded, I can’t do it in my own life?

Those are the random thoughts for today as I head to a neighborhood potluck where many many parts of life will probably not be discussed, but where maybe, after meeting new people, some boxes will be opened to new people.